At times it just pulled over onto a siding and sat for what seemed like hours. We pulled into Warsaw after P. We sat in the train station all night. The next train to Lublin didn't leave till in the morning. As we sat waiting for the morning train a lady sat down next to us. She was tall, thin, middle aged, and dressed like a peasant. She asked where we were going. I said to Lublin. She said she was going there too and would help me with my packages.
I had two packages with me. While waiting, Nunyala started talking about home and started naming some of the members of our family. The woman heard her talking and must have known we were Jewish. In the morning they called out the track from which the train to Lublin would be leaving. The woman asked me to wait and watch her bag. She said she had to go to the toilet. Within a few minutes she returned. I took Nunyala's hand in one hand and one of my packages in the other.
The women picked up her bag and my other package, and together we started walking to the train for Lublin. We went down a flight of stairs, and at the bottom a Polish policeman stopped me. The woman continued walking with my package. I asked the policeman why he stopped me, and he said that the women I was with said that I was a Jew. I said to him, "See why she said I was a Jew. It's my package she is carrying, and while you keep me here, she's running off with it.
He didn't listen to me and took a very long look at my passport. For a Jew, in Warsaw, to be outside the ghetto was against the law and could bring them the death penalty.
An elderly German came over and asked the policeman what was the matter. He said that he was told that I was a Jew. The German told me to follow him. He took us to a German police station next to the train station.
