The life of a Nazi slave worker
On a cold February morning in 1943 a 17 year-old girl set off from her home in Vinnitsa, in what was then Russian-occupied Ukraine. She was going to school. She never went home again. Never saw her parents again. That teenager - my mother - was snatched by the Nazis, put on a train to Germany, and forced to work as a slave for the rest of World War 2. At first she worked as a housemaid for a German doctor and his wife. But after a few months she found herself in a much more dangerous situation.
This short excerpt is from a longer video I made of my efforts to learn about my mother's wartime experiences, about my birth in a camp in Germany, and about the mystery of my birth father. I'll share some more excerpts in the future.