AGATA
Ela, my love. My dearest daughter.
I will no longer be in the world when
you read this letter. I don't even know if you'll read it at all because I
don't know if I'll leave it to the notary guy.
Dearest Ela. You have always been our
support and our pride. Just like your elder son, Tot. When he got a
professorship at the university, you wondered why Mother and I were giggling.
But it was funny for us to be at this university. But we decided that the
professor could no longer be called Tot, only by his name.
You have probably been surprised that
when Grandfather and Grandmother died, this house was inherited not by but by
you.
I know you have always had clashes with
your mother, but it was she who told Grandpa that it would be all right only in
this way.
Now, this property is completely yours.
As it always was. Even more, than you can imagine.
Grandfather got it from the Gaul family
when they got an order to move into the ghetto. With all notary papers.
Grandfather and Grandmother forbade us,
and your Mother used to say not to wake the wolf. Because what happened cannot
be undone.
When the Gaul relative came here a few
years ago, we gave him only the mezuzah, which was once placed on the Gaul's
door. But we didn't say anything else.
I even went once to Father Musial, who
baptized you, to confess.
But he said that it is a matter between
me and God.
But when Mother died I took a decision.
You always knew that your mother was my
sister Agata, who was shot by mistake during the occupation. This we have never
hidden for you. We have raised you and you have always been our beloved
daughter.
Even if Mother was hard for you, it was
only because of the grief.
I would like to tell you about Agata,
your mother.
She was always a little weird. She had
only one friend at school. The Gaul's daughter, Genia. They were such close
friends that either Genia slept at our place or Agata spent all the time with
Genia at the Gaul's home. We were even a little mad at her because she began to
speak Jewish to us.
The Gauls were not that religious. They
kept their holidays and the Sabbath, but without any exaggeration. And they
treated Agata like she was their second daughter. All neighbors were puzzled by
the situation and said that Agata is probably some changeling.
The girls finished school and Genia just
married when the Germans came.
When the Gaul family moved into the
ghetto, it wasn't so severe at first, and Agata often visited Genia there. At
first, Genia had also visited us, but it has stopped when she got pregnant.
Then it got worse because they have even stopped issuing the passes from the
ghetto. And Genia was sent to some work just after she gave birth to the baby.
She was still weak after that and the Gestapo man beat her unconscious because
of that. She was brought almost dead home, and the baby was unattended because
the Germans had already taken the old Gaul's away. So, when Agata slipped into
the ghetto, she took the child to our place.
We had this baby for almost six months
when it happened. Genia didn't get better, and she asked Agata to see her child
the last time. And Agata, that stupid girl, agreed. And she went into the
ghetto with Genia's child. And when Agata was passing the hole in the wall on
her way from the ghetto, the patrol spotted her. I got it to know, because
Genia's husband, who followed her out, had somehow sent us a letter from the
ghetto. The policemen thought that it was a Jewish woman, who wanted to escape
from the ghetto, and they just shot her.
Poor girl did not die right away. When
one of the policemen approached her, she told him that if he had God in his
heart, he had to deliver her child to us.
And he came with this child and left
immediately.
This child was you. That's why we could
never tell you who your father was.
After this letter, we have not heard
anything from him or Genia.
And the ghetto was emptied for people.
They probably took them to Treblinka concentration camp. Only some corpses
remained there.
Ela, my love. This is how I settled my
account with God.
May God protect you.
Your loving father. John.