Maryla’s Diary

Yesterday, a real, bloody fight flared up. Tanks [x], cannons, heavy machine guns drove into the ghetto and declared a ruthless war on the Jews .

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Yesterday, a real, bloody fight flared up. Tanks [x], cannons, heavy machine guns drove into the ghetto and declared a ruthless war on the Jews who finally dared to raise their heads for Treblinki, Bełżec, Trawniki and all our ordeals, gone through and still being gone through. Since morning, you could hear loud explosions, firing revolvers, rattle of machine guns and whole symphony of sounds constituting for this one, little word including the blood of the dead, revenge, the clash of hostile powers — a fight.

The ghetto has risen. The ghetto has risen, a few hundreds of barely armed in revolvers men put up a fight with the perpetrator, stood up for the remains of human dignity. A great, wonderful moment for the history and posterity has arrived as the remaining survivors, wretched, maltreated, bearing the most horrible agony as the imagination of the madman who possessed the world could conjure up, plucked up the courage to raise.

Maryla (surname unknown), 20th April, 1943, Warsaw

„I was looking at the lips...Diary from the Warsaw Ghetto”, ed. P. Weiser, Kraków 2008

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