PREFACE
Being a seasoned
pilot, I no longer find anything to get worked up about when I take my seat in
a plane, whether as pilot or passenger. But on that flight back from Poland in
August 1987, I was in a highly emotional state. I was returning. in the company
of my sons Moshe and Aaron, from a visit to Auschwitz-Birkenau, 42 years after
being among the handful who left the camp alive.
In the course of
the flight, I plunged into reflections, reconstructing the various chapters of
my life: my childhood and youth spent
contentedly in the bosom of my family in pre-World World War Two -Poland; the
Soviet occupation; the German occupation and the Holocaust which, alone of my
entire family, I survived. Subsequently:
my studies in Czechoslovakia, my enlistment for a pilots' course in the
fledgling Israeli air force, and then, after the Israel's War of Independence,
discarding my uniform to found a company engaged in design, manufacture and
installation of electric and electronic systems.
For 30 out of my
38 years in the electrical engineering business. I have enjoyed close business
relationship with one of the Belgium's largest companies, Vynikier, which
engages in development, production and marketing of electrical equipment in
Israel. I founded a company I named "Ariel" for the military base in
Jaffa which housed air force equipment during the early years of Israel's
statehood. Ariel specializes in installing electrical systems, for foreign
companies like Vynckier, as well as development and manufacture of its own
equipment in Israel and overseas.
I have done well
in business. I married and established a family - a daughter and two sons - who
bring me great joy. But never for a
single moment did I forget my roots in the Polish township of Pruzhany, or my family
- parents and brother - who perished in the Holocaust; nor did I forget the
struggle for survival which enabled me, as a young man, to make it through the
war years, to survive my imprisonment in the ghetto and in concentration and
extermination camps, forced labor and life in the murderous shadow cast by the
Nazi monster.
I revisited Poland
in 1987 after taking my family to Belgium, where the Vynckier management marked
thirty years of cooperation by holding a festive ceremony in my honor. The company's
director, Michael Steyaert, delivered an address pointing out that this was a
unique occasion in the company's history, it being the first time the
management had decided to honor a distributor. Turning to me, he said: "We
are pleased that you and your family accepted our invitation, giving us the
opportunity to show you what Belgian hospitality is like."
Hearing my praises
sung by M. Steyaert - in the presence of all of the company's executives -
inspired me with mixed feelings and turbulent emotions. This ceremony, and the
visit to Auschwitz-Birkenau, marked two periods of my life: one short but
terribly tragic - the Holocaust - ; the second long, full of life, fun, joy and
creativity, still continuing, interwoven with my friendship and business connections
with Vynckier. It was between these extremities that I have passed my life.
From Belgium, my
two sons and I proceeded, as I have noted, to Auschwitz. I wanted to show them
the place where I had passed most of the war years. To my astonishment, the
location had been transformed into a kind of showpiece: very green, very
tranquil, with virtually nothing of the horror of the years 1941-1945.
On the plane back
from Belgium to Israel, I resolved to do something I had never once
contemplated since escaping the Nazi extermination camp: in response to the
urgings of Auschwitz museum director Kazimierz Smolen, and his deputy, Tadeusz
Iwaszko, both of whom were camp inmates during the war, I would discharge the
obligation - binding upon everyone who survived the Holocaust - by bequeathing
my personal testimony to future generations.
Like jurist and
international businessman Samuel Pisar - whose childhood home in Bialystok
bordered on the scenes of my own childhood, and who, after being cast into the
Holocaust inferno at the same age as myself, arose phoenix - like from the
flames to attain great success and see his book of memoirs achieve worldwide
circulation - I likewise was never captivated by the notion of recording the
appalling events of my youth. Like him, I do not believe that personal memoirs
possess any value as a guide for others. But I consider it my duty to my
children and their generation to tell the story of the Holocaust as I
experienced it, so that they may learn to appreciate the independence, the
freedom and the might amidst which they now live. In fulfilling that duty, I
shall also discharge another obligation by forging a memorial for the members
of my family. and for all the other families who perished in the Holocaust,
when there was nothing to save them from the sane extermination machine
constructed by Nazi Germany.
This, then, is the
story of an ember plucked from the flames; a story of survival and
resurrection; a story of life emerging from the ashes.