ork. The man who called on me actually lived in another small town in Galicia, in Wynik, also near Lemberg. Since he could not get a job in his town, and when he learned that the French government has sent a commission to Poland to engage Poles for mining coal in French at a fairly decent wage, he joined the group and left for French. Working in the coal mines was not pleasant, he began to look around to find friends. Since he was tall, dark and handsome, he made friends with some members of the Monarchist party. He soon learned the language of the country and the new friends especially the women folks, befriended him to the extent that at one time they put him up as a candidate opposing the one time Prime Minister Leon Blum. When Hitler invaded France this young man had to flee and was hidden near Nice, where he caught rheumatism which could be seen on one of his hands. He asked me for $25.00 which I gave him and he promised that he would send me the whole story of his life in France among the so-called Monarchist of the land, which would be very much interesting for publication but he never did, and no one else ever since heard from him.
From France we sailed to Palestine in order to secure my visa to Cyprus. In the meantime while I waited in Jerusalem, the British being extremely reluctant to issue visas for the D.P. Camps in Cyprus, I visited our Boiberker landsman, Dr, Shraga Kallai, or as he was known in Boiberke, Feivel Schleider. Replying to my inquiry whether there are in Palestine any Boiberker who need monetary assistance, he informed me that he only know of an elderly woman who took care of her grand children while her daughter went to work. But he would communicated with her and would let me know. Her answer was that she would not accept any help even from her Boiberker landsleit.
While still waiting for my visa to Cyprus, I also met our Boiberker Moshe Wind, from whom I learned that a lady to Jerusalem recently from Boiberke with her son and daughter. Naturally I was anxious to meet her and inquire about our family in that town, and we called her. She was the wife of Schmuel Zigler.
Zigler I remember as a firewood merchant who for a substantial sum he and his family were hidden in the home of a friendly Christian on the outskirts of Boiberke during the Nazi invasion. One day, when this Christian returned from town he told Zigler's wife that he had witnessed something he would never forget. The Jewish committee of Boiberke who were ordered by the Nazis to deliver a certain number of Jews for work in Germany (in reality they were to be transported to the gas chambers), dragged through the streets of the town my niece's boy, age 15 and he cried I am still young and I want to live. They locked him up in a small stable but he broke the door and escaped. Unfortunately he went in the wrong direction, was caught again, and this time was shipped with the others to the gas chambers.
The Jews of Europe, Boiberker among them, by that time were aware what is waiting them from the Nazi beasts. Those who had means and could find a Christian friend, tried to save themselves (and very few did). The Nazis at first bribed these Christians by giving them sugar and salt, which were scarse, to reveal where Jews were hiding. Later they threatened the Christians with the death penalty if they refused to tell where the Jews are.
The wife of Shmuel Zigler ended her story about Boiberke by saying my own husband went from the hiding place to the house in our town to fetch some warm clothes and while carrying the clothes, he was shot by the Nazis. Thus, each one of us had a victim; no one could escape the Nazi terror.
I had to wait a fortnight in Jerusalem for my visa to Cyprus. I tried my luck on a Sunday morning when there was the only clerk who had charge of issuing the visas. His name was Mindlin, whom I knew, as he was employed in that office for more than a quarter of a century, but he too turned me down. Finally, I called on my American Zionist friend, Charles Passman, who at the time represented in Jerusalem the American Jewish