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1. All my spintires maps are dead driver#
2. All my spintires maps are dead full#
3. All my spintires maps are dead free#

Stalin personally ordered the Army to slow their advance and told the Polish Resistance to rise up, and that the Russians would support them with food and weapons. It’s just a few days until the Russians arrive, after all.Īnd the rest… got loaded back onto the truck and off they went to the gas chambers. They’re unloading the truck of the kids, the guards are yelling at the driver, the kids are milling about not knowing what’s going on…Īnd my grandfather sees one boy who looked a little older, a little more mature, and figured that this one he can save. Because the Nazis were so fixated on their hatred of Jews that they diverted war resources to hunting us down even as they were losing.

All my spintires maps are dead full#

My grandfather could hear the guns of the Russian Army off in the distance, and he and the other captives in the camp figured that they would be liberated any day now.Īnd then a truck packed full with preteen Jewish children who had just been captured comes into the work camp instead of the extermination camp up the road.

The story is what happened in Spring of 1945. Without him, they would have starved to death, but an extra hundred calories a day made a difference enough to keep them alive.

All my spintires maps are dead free#

But he was a food smuggler–he would buy some kind of sugar from the Polish day workers coming into the factory, make candy out of them, sell the candy back to the workers at a profit, and buy food with the proceeds–which he then proceeded to share with the other slaves, free of charge. If I did not have multiple corroborating witnesses to the sheer ludicrious balls that he had, I would dismiss the stories as exaggeration. He was a slave in a Krups munitions factory in a Nazi concentration camp in Częstochowa, Poland. Because at the end of the day it means this: no matter of how small and helpless and unimportant you feel, you’re never powerless in the face of great evil. but it’s also very comforting? at least for me. We can save lives or end them.Īnd that’s scary. In a world like this, every single one of us has the opportunity to do massive harm or massive good. Because it doesn’t matter what your job is.

She was in a unique place with very specific skills and connections that let her do what she did. I think about that almost every day now, to be honest.

All my spintires maps are dead driver#

So a janitor got three people killed, and a bus driver saved two lives - not to mention all the other lives indirectly saved because Irena was able to continue her work. And Irena lives, and the kid lives, and they never cross paths again. So she sits down as everyone else leaves, because, well, what else is she going to do? the options are all still bad, at this point.Īnd when the bus is empty the bus driver says,Īnd then he drives them as close to their destination as he can, and lets them off, and drives away.

Everyone off, please.Īnd she stands and goes to get off the bus and the driver says - not you two. And Irena thinks, okay, we’re going to die here today.Īnd she’s running through her options - all of them bad - and suddenly the bus stops, and the bus driver announces that there’s been a mechanical failure and the bus needs to return to the depot immediately. and the whole bus goes quiet, because everyone knows what that means. It’s about a day when she’s traveling across town by bus with a very young Jewish child, and partway to their destination the child looks up and asks a question - in Yiddish. Irena lived in Warsaw during the Nazi occupation, and dedicated her life to rescuing Jewish children from the Ghetto, and her story is complicated in a lot of ways but - well, this story isn’t actually about Irena, per se. With apologies because I don’t have the book in front of me, so I may get some details wrong, but I read this “Irena’s Children“ by