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I went back to Mazev this morning to look for Mum. There were only four villages left to search. In the afternoon I borrowed a bike and cycled towards Leczyca to look for her. I must have been going for about 5 miles when I suddenly heard someone calling my name. I turned around—and there was my mum!!! My search is over at last. How lucky to have found each other again!

Two hours later we got back to Osendowice, where Mum’s been staying. The first thing I did was scrub myself clean. I hadn’t had a proper wash since September 1st! It was already dark when I heard a voice, not just any voice, it was my dad!!!! He came looking for us, all the way from Łódź, and finally we are all back together again. My sister Krysia was happiest of all. She must have thought the Germans had eaten us all up. She was wrong of course, because Germans wouldn’t eat lean meat like ours.

As the German army approached Łódź, the Polish government ordered all fit men between the ages of sixteen and sixty to march to Warsaw’s defence. Fifteen-year-old Dawid, just a year too young to be mobilized, stayed behind on air-raid duty.