I was walking with my cows on the meadow when I heard shots in the forest.
The clouds were high, the sky blue.
When they brought the Jews to the pits, a German played his harmonica.
A woman was forced to hold her baby in sight; first they shot the baby, then her.
When it was quiet, I went to have a look.
The pits were nearly filled.
I glanced only for a moment, and then I ran away.
I can’t say whether they were naked or clothed.
The bloody earth moved for three days.
Sometimes the soldiers paid us to bring them the gold teeth and clothing.
A boy from the village was also there. We stared into the pits.
I remember my Jewish neighbors: Brick, Gorovich, Shurman, and Folst.
The bones of the Jews may not be disturbed; their faith forbids it.
Sometimes there are flowers growing in the fields.