supposed to ask you about your mental condition. We talk about it. Iâve probably said I wish I was younger, but I donât think Iâve ever said that I was failing.â
âThatâs good.â
âI might have said I was forgetful. I canât remember names as well as I used to. Maybe my memory is not as good as it once was. You know, if you keep packing information into your brain for eighty-nine years, it gets pretty full. But Iâm not confused, Iâm not incompetent.â
âI donât think so either.â
âLet me ask: at this meeting that Arthurâs demanded, what if his aggressive attorney insists that you stop representing me?â
Catherine shook her head. âI donât take my orders from Arthur.â
Lena nodded sharply. âGood. Then this subject is closed. Thereâs nothing wrong with me. Shall we continue?â
Catherine smiled, set her notepad on her lap and replied, âBy all means.â
âI left the Shop and headed for the ghetto to find a place to sleep. My house, Karolinaâs houseâthey were confiscated. I had other friends, but they were Jewish as well, and I suspected that their homes had been taken away too. Besides, I didnât feel comfortable showing up at their houses and asking to stay there. David told me that rooms were available in the northeast section, in the Jewish ghetto, so that was where I was going.
âWhen I left the Shop, it was after curfew and the streets were quiet. I shouldnât say that. They were quiet near the ghetto. People like me, coming home from work with ID cards, we were quiet. We kept to the shadows to avoid the Germans. But in the square it was a different story. The soldiers were a boisterous, pompous lot. I could see them sitting in the restaurants and bars, full plates of food, steins of beer, laughing and joking. No ration cards necessary for them. If they were out and about, and if they encountered a Jew on the street, they were inclined to abuse her for sport.
âAs David had warned, many were sadistic. If you were an observant Jewish man, theyâd cut off your beard. Theyâd make you dance on the street to German drinking songs. I saw them force men to lick the dirt off their boots. I saw them force a woman to squat and urinate on her meager groceries. I could go on, Catherine, but youâve heard all the stories.
âAfter work that very first day, on my way to the ghetto, I was stopped by two soldiers and ordered to show my ID. I said to myself, stay calm. But I was afraid. They looked me over and asked me where I was going.
ââIâm headed back into the ghetto. Iâm coming from work.â
ââWhat is your address?â
ââI donât have one yet.â My anxiety increased.
ââNo address? Where have you been living?â
ââOn the streets.â
âThat answer was totally unacceptable to him and he shook his head. â Nein, nein. â But then his companion said, âCâmon, Josef, weâre late. Theyâre waiting for us at the restaurant. I donât give a shit about this woman.â
âHe gave me back my ID, let me go and I breathed a huge sigh of relief. I saw a few more people on my way to the ghetto, mostly women returning from their jobs. I stopped some of them and asked them about the Scheinmans. Has anyone seen them? As I told you, most everyone knew the Captain. He was a well-respected man. But the people I met told me that as far as they knew, he had never arrived in the ghetto. They hadnât seen him, my mother or Milosz.
âI entered a few of the overcrowded apartment buildings looking for a room, but they were all full. The situation in the ghetto was bleak. You canât imagine. In an area where a few hundred poor families had lived, there were now close to ten thousand people. If your family had lived in a two-story house before the war, you now
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