Joseph Balicki was
headmaster of a primary school on the outskirts of Warsaw in Poland.
During the Second World War he was taken prisoner. He escaped from the
prison camp and went in search of his wife and three children, Ruth,
Bronia and Edek. This is what hapened happened
happend to them. That
night there was in inch of snow on the roofs of Warsaw. Ruth and Bronia
were asleep in the bedroom next to their mother's. Edek's room was on the
top floor below the
attick. atic.
attic. He was asleep when the Nazi soldiers broke into the house,
but he woke up when he heard a noise outside his door. He jumped out of
bed and turned the handle. The door was locked. He shouted and banged on
it with his fists, but it was no use. Then he lay down with his ear
to the floor and listened. In his mother's room the men were wrapping
rappeing rapping out orders, but he could not catch a
word that was said. In the ceiling was a small trapdoor that
led into the attic. A
ladder lader
laddre lay between his bed and the wall. Quietly he removed it, hooked it
under the trap and climbed up. There,
hidden,
hiden, hiddne, between the water tank and the felt
jacket round it was his rifle. He was a member of the Boys' Rifle Brigade
and had used it in the siege of Warsaw. It was loaded. He took it out and
quickly climbed down to his room. The noise in the room below
had
stopt. stoppt.
stopped. Looking out of the window into the street, he saw a Nazi van
waiting outside the front door. Two storm troopers were
taking his mother down the steps and she was
struggerling.
struggaling. struggling. Quietly Edek lifted the
window sash till it was half open. He dared not
shoat shoot
shout in case he hit his mother. He had to wait till she was in the van
and the doors were being closed. His first shot hit a soldier
in the arm.
Yealling, Yealing,
Yelling, he jumped in beside the driver. Edek aimed at the
tyres. One punctured the rear wheel, but the van got away, skiding
skidding scidding and roaring up the street. His other
shots went wide.