Reply to Helen Livnat Wininger <livnath_at_013.net.il>
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>From: livnat helen <livnath_at_013.net>
>To: owner-Czernowitz-L_at_list.cornell.edu
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>Dear Friends
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>My name is Helen Livnat Wininger and I
>live in Israel.
>
>Last year I wrote a book, named "Waiting
>For A Miracle ". It was released in the
>meantime, only in
>Hebrew. =
>
>The book is a real historical novel and
>at the same time it deeply touches
>
>the readers by its amazing stories, that
>span over almost a hundred years
>
>( 1850 -1948 ), in the life of a Jewish
>family, the Wininger family. I myself, was
>
>a sixteen month old baby, when my family,
>the Winingers were deported to
>
>Transnistria.
>
>After Transnistria, in 1945, my parents who
>were miserable, sick and starving,
>
>but lucky to be alive, arrived to Chernovitz.
>
>My father's sisters, with their families
>lived and hid there, during WWII and the
>readers can get an authentic description
>of the Jewish city in that
>period. =
>
>This book should be translated into
>English, so that a great number of
>people,especially the young generations who
>read only English, will be able to read it
>. =
>
>The book includes many beautiful stories
>about the Jewishness in Eastern Europe,
>from the year 1850 to the illegal
>immigration to Palestina, in 1947.
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>The following are fragments of my book :
>
>More information about the book in Hebrew and where to order it=
:
>
>
> <mailto:livnath_at_013.net.il>livnath_at_013.net.il
>
>Yours
>sincerely =
>
>Helen =
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>We gathered all of our money and bought a horse
>and a wagon. We decided to go to Chernovitz, to
>my sisters.
>
># # #
>
>We were back on the road. My father was weak and
>he complained about blurry vision. I figured
>that it was because of his age and the fact that
>he hasn't been eating well. I promised him that
>my sisters would take care of him and that he
>will feel better.
>
>He took care of our little girl during the
>drive. In fact, throughout the whole war a
>special bond was formed between the two of them.
>In difficult days when we didn't have food to
>give our girl, and there were plenty of those,
>she would curl up near her grandfather, hold his
>hand and ask:
>
>"Grandpa Moshe, play 'grandma made porridge'
>with me." Then she would lick her lips as though
>she was enjoying her porridge. After a short
>time she would fall asleep from weakness.
>
>We only drove at night and stayed hidden during
>the day. We were afraid that the Russians would
>catch us, men our age would be sent to the
>front. In the morning, as we were looking for a
>place to park for the day, we came across two
>Russians that were on foot. They were carrying
>weapons.
>
>"Get off the wagon." they ordered. I knew we
>couldn't show signs of weakness or fear, we knew
>that we were practically dead without the wagon
>so we couldn't lose it.
>
>"We have weapons in those bags; we got them from
>Germans we killed. Can't you tell that we are
>partisans?" I leaned over one of the bags like I
>was about to pull out a gun.
>
>"Partisans?" one of them asked as he walked off
>the road. The other man moved after him. We
>rushed our poor horse and left the place. They
>must not have realized the lack of logic in the
>story. By the time they understood we were far
>away.
>
>
>
>We arrived to Chernovitz. The city was half
>ruined. Russian soldiers were everywhere,
>walking around as though they were kings. Very
>few citizens were outside. We hoped to find a
>city that returned to life. We knew that Jews
>were chased out of there too but the situation
>was better than in south Bukovina. There wasn't
>complete banishment; those who were allowed to
>stay, were moved to the ghetto on the edge of
>town. They were able to get food and clothes and
>even though the conditions weren't very
>comfortable, each family still had a private
>room. My wife's parents and her brothers found a
>large room in the ghetto and they stayed there.
>We kept going to my sisters' place. They never
>dreamt about seeing us there. While we were
>searching I ran into one of the clerks from the
>mill I had worked in. He was happy to see me
>and said:
>
>"I have been moving from place to place for the
>last year. Hiding, stealing some food and moving
>on. They hit me and sent their dogs at me and I
>am wounded all over my body. I got here two days
>ago. I hope to find a place to rest here; I
>don't have any energy left." We felt bad for him
>so we said:
>
>"We are going to my sisters' if they have room
>you could join us there." After everything we
>went through I still believed that we were
>lucky. The fact was that we made it back and
>that we would find a room., One more person with
>us wouldn't change a thing.
>
>
>
>We knocked on the door; one of my sisters opened
>it. She started crying with joy and she led us
>in. There were tears of joy in all of our eyes.
>Years have passed without us knowing anything
>about each other. She looked at us, taking the
>time to look at everyone. Then she asked:
>
>"Where is mother?"
>
>"We will tell you everything once we recuperate. Now we can barely stand."
>
> She took control over the situation:
>
>"First thing you must do is take a shower. We
>will throw away all of your dirty clothes. I
>will give you some of our clothes. After that we
>could hug a little." She said with a happy
>smile. Taking a shower with running water, it
>was a dream come true. We had gone through a
>long time without a decent bath, clean clothes
>and a nice warm home. While we did it the rest
>of my sisters got home. We felt so good being
>clean and well dressed.
>
>We told them everything that had happened to us
>during the time we were away. The first thing we
>told them about, was how we lost mother and we
>all wiped a tear of pain. We wanted to keep
>telling them things but we were too tired.
>
>We sat at a table covered with a white
>tablecloth, ate from China plates and drank from
>glasses made of glass. The food was warm and
>tasty. We savored every bite and couldn't
>believe that we were saved from death; that it
>was all behind us.
>
>We got into clean beds. The clean sheets smelled
>so good. We covered up well and had a quiet,
>peaceful sleep.
>
>At two o'clock at night there was a loud knock
>on the door. We woke up in panic. Several
>moments had past before we realized where we
>were. We calmed down; we were no longer in a
>ghetto controlled by Romanians. There were only
>Russians there, nothing bad could happen. There
>were more knocks on the door.
>
>"We have to open or they will break the door."
>It was my sister as she rushed to open. Outside
>were two Russian soldiers. They pushed my sister
>aside and walked up to me. One of them said:
>
>"You must come with us now. Every man in
>Chernovitz must be registered. Are there any
>more men here?"
>
>The second soldier was already opening doors and
>going from room to room looking for more men.
>They found the man we picked up on the way and
>instructed him to get dressed.
>
>"Please leave them alone. They only arrived
>yesterday, they are tired and ill." My sister
>tried to speak to their soft spots.
>
>We got dressed and went with them. My sisters
>knew where they took all the young men; they
>also knew what was waiting there.
>
>We arrived at a big military camp to find out
>that the Russians had a rather large hunt that
>night. Whoever didn't hide well enough was
>caught. There were about three thousand men
>there. We were placed in lines and they started
>writing down our names. They tried to find out
>if we came with other families to take their
>addresses. We informed them that we arrived
>alone and that we didn't know anyone but my
>sisters. They took us out to a large yard, where
>we sat on the cold ground and waited. A guy that
>was sitting next to me never stopped crying.
>
>"Why are you crying?" I asked. He looked at me in amazement.
>
>"Don't you know where they are taking us tomorrow?" he asked.
>
>"No." I answered honestly.
>
>"They are sending us to the front, friend. Do
>you realize what they are doing? We just left
>the ghetto that the Germans put us in yesterday
>and now they are sending us to fight them and
>get killed for the Russians."
>
>I was shocked. "They said that they will keep us
>here for an hour and then send us home." It was
>all I knew. The guy stopped crying just so he
>could laugh at my stupidity.
>
>"Did you believe them?" he was mocking my
>innocence. He was right, after all the time I
>spent in the ghetto how could I still believe
>the things I was told? It was just hard for me
>to accept that the base camp was my final
>destination. First our enemies tortured us and
>then our rescuers were sending us to the front.
>Only a quarter of all Jews survived the
>ghettoes, the diseases, and the cold, and when
>all of that was over, they sent us, creatures
>that could barely stand, to a front in a war. We
>have already been in hell. Wasn't it time for us
>to return? Then I whispered a wish:
>
>"Mother, get me out of here."ŠŠŠŠŠŠ.
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>Dear Helen -
>You received the email I addressed to Maita because you
> > joined the Czer
>
>nowitz-L discussion group on November 22. You wrote
> > to Jerome Schatten and I subscribed you to the group at your
>request.
> > Though I wrote to Maita, the topic was of general interest, and
> > therefore I copied it to the Czernowitz-L email list.
> >
> > See copy of your email below.
> >
> > Thank you for joining us. I hope you will write with some
>background
> > about your interest in Czernowitz or Sadagora history or genealog=
y.
> >
> > Sincerely,
> >
> > Bruce Reisch
> > list owner
>
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>----- Original Message -----
>From: <mailto:livnath_at_013.net.il>livnat helen
>To: <mailto:romers_at_shaw.ca>romers_at_shaw.ca
>Sent: Thursday, November 22, 2007 9:51 PM
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>DEAR SIR
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>I WOULD LIKE TO BE A MAMBER AND GET ALL THE EMAILS
>PLEASE LET ME KNOW HOW
>
>THANK YOU SO MUCH
>HELEN LIVNAT WININGER
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