Holocaust world war 2 Survivor Julian Kulski testimony coupled with real time historical testimony from Gaza holocaust world war 3
Julian Kulski, holocaust survivor of Warsaw, Poland. My
mother descends from an 18th century king of Poland and my father
descends from the chief rabbi of Warsaw, a polish hero. One was a catholic
family and the other was Jewish orthodox. My father was considered a Jew. When
Germans came we were not surprised by their cruelty. My father became a Mason
and became the mayor of Warsaw. My father after the first world war was in the
army intelligence services and very close to Marshall Pilsudski who took
hundreds of thousands of prisoners of war at the Vistula river which ended the
war with the Soviets. My father studied in France to be minister of foreign
affairs but instead he was appointed to the treasury department. My father sent
me for the summer to live at the governors palace when I was 8 years old. I saw
there all the soldiers and ride on the tanks. September 1939 I was picking
mushrooms in the forest, I was 10 years old when I hear a terrible noise and the
treetops start bending, over the treetops came out big black airplanes with
crosses on it. I came home, our house didn’t have any windows left because of
the bombs. Germans started the terror immediately and arrested my father and
many others. My father was vice president of Warsaw since 1935, when the
Germans executed the president they put my father in his place. Secretly my
father also began to lead the Polish underground in Warsaw. My fathers first
task was to help the Germans make the ghetto. My father was always surrounded
by Germans he was reporting to and always accompanied by the Polish underground
who worked with him constantly undercover. I was 12 years old my father took me
out of town to live with a scout master in the Polish underground, I was the
youngest one, he trained me to be a soldier. I was first the runner, running
around with secret contacts to the ghetto and other places in Warsaw. When I
was 13 years old I became a regular soldier. In some towns that I know of,
every other house had a Jewish family being hidden including our own. The
Polish firemen, eighty percent were working with the Polish underground. Once
the Germans caught me and the chief gestapo learned I was the mayors son, he
called my father to ransom me and I was let free. When my scoutmaster Ludwig
was killed in a street fight with the Germans I felt a deep desolation, he was
like a father to me. My friend and I went at night to tear down the street
signs and repainting them with different names to send the message into the
eyes of the German beasts about our rage. My father next sent me to the countryside
to hide with commandos. They were responsible for carrying out the death
sentences on the Polish citizens who were informing and selling Jews to the
Germans. We go into their homes and execute them, sometimes we kill the whole
family. In the Warsaw ghetto uprising 3,000 people every day they murdered for
63 days. People escaped every way they could including through the sewers. My
father resigned on the fourth day of the Warsaw ghetto uprising and he left the
city through the sewer tunnels together with his two vice presidents. Only one
out of ten of us had a fire arm. The whole city was in flames, Germans were
shooting all the wounded prisoners. My father and I became prisoners of a
German tank regiment because we were both wounded in the legs and couldn’t run
anymore. We were taken to a prisoner of war camp near Berlin and we devised a
plan of escape meanwhile the war was ending but we did not know. Americans were
exchanging prisoners of war, we got onto American army trucks during the
exchange. I escaped to Belgium and I was admitted in the Polish army in exile
in London. I didn’t see my parents until 15 years later although I wrote my
father weekly and these letters are preserved in the Warsaw holocaust memorial museum.
I was 15 years old when I left them and 30 years old when I returned.
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