Sydney Jewish Museum
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    Номер объектаM2010/001:030
    ОписаниеThis is a song sung by Jewish youth in the forests of Lithuania in 1944. In Yiddish, typed with Latin letters. No author is indicated.

    Jadwiga Sapera was born Hermina Silberfeld, to Polish Jews Nathan Silberfeld and Anna (nee Hollander) on 27 November 1914 in Miskolc, Hungary. In 1918, the family returned to their home in Stary Sacz, Poland. Hermina attended a convent, which gave her a knowledge of German and Catholicism that was helpful for her survival. In 1942, Hermina attained false identification papers of a Polish-Catholic woman, Jadwiga Eleonora Jarzemiszewska. As Jadwiga she was able to find new accommodation and work, and at the end of 1942, moved to Krakow to better safeguard her secret. In 1943 she moved to Warsaw and then to Budapest, until liberation. After the war she kept the name Jadwiga and got work in Bucharest typing the testimonies of concentration camp survivors for the Association of Polish Jewish Refugees. She found out her father had died of hunger and disease, but her mother and brother survived. She was reunited with them in Poland. She lived in Katowice with her husband Jan Sapera who she met and married in 1946. They immigrated to Australia in 1958 with their three children. In the last decade of her life she re-adopted her Jewish name Hermina.
    Дата 1945
    Темаsongs, partisans, survivors
    Наименованиеsongs
    Материалpaper
    Размерность
      width: 150.00 mm
      height: 210.00 mm
    Язык
      Yiddish “One, two, three” A march: A song sung by Jewish youth in the forests of Lithuania in 1944 Life had called us Life of sun filled days Everyone cheerfully traversed the land Everyone went their own way One two three On a journey to work they set off Each step has its own sound Each road has its song When you walk you know where to and for what. For us the pavements are forbidden For others the roads are still free And look at that stony bridge Across which you pulled yourself whilst being beaten with a whip One two three And only on the bridge we were allowed Through a different song Each step has its sound When you walk, what you are called, what you are going for? We had hundreds of generations, They build their lives, they hoped. Until he with his sword Wiped every one off this earth And us he led like sheep One two three Like sheep we allowed ourselves to be led, Did your wife and your child, And your entire family Ask you, where to and for what? Brothers, a different rhythm, Will directly reach your ear, And those who today still lay hidden in fear Will walk together with us and not alone One two three, The gate and small streets we left The steps of the old and the young will ring out And will know for what reason and where to go.
    Кредитная линияSydney Jewish Museum Collection, Donated by Mrs Jadwiga Sapera