Translation by Daphna Brafman Coordinated by Tilford Bartman
Until I was 19 I lived within the Zabludow "family". Though it was a small town the Jewish family there was fairly large. Was there a Jew in that family who did not know the others? Was there a Jew in town who wasn't known by a special name? What Jew didn't know what's cooking in her friend's kitchen? If a wedding was planned- the whole town participated. The entire family was excited months before the event. And if- god forbid- there was a divorce- the entire town resembled an ointment pot; young and old gather by their window and are pointing at them with a finger….
If a fire broke out in town, the entire family is drafted and runs with buckets full of water to extinguish the fire.
The Jews of Zabludow have been destroyed and are no more, and with them an entire world was cut off. The loving and beloved family no longer exists and the yearning for friends and relatives, big and small, is great. Also there was the yearning for the forest, the river, the city park, and the balconies. We used to sit in together with young friends and search for essence; we, the town's youth, boys and girls, who sat doing nothing, full of feelings that were not important for that state and for the whole world…
And just then- the Nazi murderers attack us, may their name and memory be erased! Very few were left of the Zabludow family, few and scattered all over the world, and each is busy with his own life and livelihood.
Our congratulations to the people of Zabludow in Argentina, for their initiative to create and publish a Yizkor Book so the memory of the holy and pure martyrs will remain for generations and generations.
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