Translated from Polish by Piotr Florczyk   When they execute me, not everything will come to an end.   The soldier who shot me dead will approach and say: as young as my daughter.   And he’ll lower his head. … Continued

Translated from Polish by Piotr Florczyk All week they hauled sandbags night and day to the gate, to the windows.   Facing the Germans, our house will be a fortress, we’ll survive.   At dawn on the seventh day a … Continued

Translated from Polish by Piotr Florczyk She was dying in the basement, on sacks of coal, crying for water, crying for her son, no one was there.   The son forgot about his mother, the son was cleaning his rifle. … Continued