Story

The story begin on 1st of September 1939, when the war started in Poland. The capital city – Warsaw get bombed. Inhabitants were trying to escape from endangered city, taking with them just really important things. My granddad with the family ( it was him, his parent and 5 of his siblings) was also escaping out of Warsaw. They were travelling on the carts. Enemy army tried to cut the way out by setting the mine fields, throwing bombs, setting traps. Some people give up, some get killed. So long my grandpas family is lucky- there are all and healthy. But on the 3rd day of travelling they met enemy soldiers on the way. The shooting started and in a minute, my grandfather Wacław, who was 14 at the time get shoot in the thigh. His siblings lied down on the earth and his parents run back to help him. Fortunately they manage to run away with wounded son and other children. They seek for a shelter in the closest houses. Some people let them in. There my great-grandmother by herself took the bullet from my grandpa body. But the wound wouldn’t heal. My grandfather was really slim (20 kg) and poorly. His parents decided to take him to the hospital. When they get there he had an operation, and after 5 days he had been thrown from there because it was so many wounded people that the hospital couldn’t manage help everyone as much as it should. But fortunately my grandfather was better. All the family manage to get home, but not for a long time. Like most of polish families during the war they were forced to move to the Konigsberg area, were they were working for Germans farmers till the end of war.