Saturday, 28 October 2017

Polish were victims and executioners

Poland is a country that enjoys a sympathy among the public who knows history, divided three times between its neighbors over the last centuries, the cruelty they suffered at the hands of the Germans and their quest for independence along the centuries.
However if something has taught WWII is that not everything is white or black and gray tones predominate in all stories.

Surprisingly the anti-Semitism of the Poles was at least as strong as that of the Germans, perhaps greater, because the Germans wanted to steal the possessions of the Jews, it´s one of the causes of the Holocaust if not the greater, but the Poles being poorer that the Germans wanted to steal those goods, apartments, jewels, money they supposed Jews had, even more that the Germans, although many of these were as poor, or more, as the Polish. Unfortunately the Catholic Church made a devil´s work about it too.


 One of the most sinister aspects of anti-Semitism among the Poles is that even in the midst of the struggle against the Germans, for example in the Warsaw uprising, they murdered Jews as soon as possible and, sadly, murdered also many of the few Jewish survivors returning from the camps. concentration to their old apartments, now occupied by Poles.Even more sad is the current (2017) refusal of the Poles to acknowledge their crimes, something that Germans at least have done, and like the Turks with the Armenian genocide, they threaten to imprisonment those who make them public.

We are going to present various testimonies of the victims of the Poles.

KittyHart.Moxon ( Young Polish Jewish woman, Lublin Ghetto

"I got caught many times going out foraging for food and mostly I was denounced and caught by the Poles. You see Germans didn't, couldn't really, identify the Jews; unfortunately the Poles would identify the Jews for the Germans. So when I foraged for food on the 'Aryan' side and bartered goods that my father would give me- perhaps he still had some jewellery that I had to sell- it was the Poles who would say, 'Ah, here is a Jew! Oh quickly, there is a patrol, we'd better hand her in.' And very often I was handed over to a patrol, beaten up and thrown backinto the ghetto without having brought anything back; or even taken to the German headquarters somewhere to scrub floors."

Forgotten Voices ( Lyn Smith ) Page 115.

The ease of recognizing Jews by the Poles is due to the difference of Jewish population in Poland compared to Germany, in Poland there were 3,000,000 Jews out of a total population of 34,000,000 and in Germany 550,000 Jews out of 79,000,000 in 1939) including Austria and Bohemia-Moravia, ie 8.82% versus 0.69%.

Jews in Poland

A relate of  the thirteen-year-old Icchak Soneson :

Gilbert, Martin. The Holocaust (p. 759). RosettaBooks.

     "By the end of October 1944 the Red Army had driven the Germans from eastern Poland and from most of Hungary. In the recently liberated areas, the surviving Jews emerged from their hiding places and returned to their homes. The thirteen-year-old Icchak Soneson had returned with his parents and his younger sister to the village of Ejszyszki. In 1941, Ejszyszki had been the home of two thousand Jews. Only thirty had survived the massacres of the war. ‘We kept together,’ Soneson later recalled, ‘we took a few flats in neighbouring houses. We did our best to rebuild our lives.’ But on October 20 disaster struck. Polish Home Army men, known as ‘White Poles’ attacked the Jewish houses. Soneson’s mother and baby brother were killed, as well as two Soviet soldiers."


Jews in Germany

 Joseph Feigenbaum said :

     "‘Do not imagine’, another survivor, Joseph Feigenbaum, wrote to a friend in the West from the recently liberated town of Biala Podlaska on October 30, ‘that the handful of Polish Jews who survived the massacres have been spared thanks to their cleverness or material resources. No! Death simply did not like them and left them in this vale of woe, so that they may go on struggling with dark and gloomy life while they are bereft, and broken in body and spirit.’"

Gilbert, Martin. The Holocaust (p. 759). RosettaBooks. 

Several Polish crimes after the war :

    The survivors did not expect to be understood. But they did expect to be allowed to live in peace. It was not to be: on August 20 anti-Jewish riots broke out in Cracow, followed by further riots in Sosnowiec on October 25 and in Lublin on November 19. Within seven months of the end of the war in Europe, and after a year in which no German soldier was on Polish soil, 350 Jews had been murdered in Poland.12 Thousands more faced danger when they returned to their home towns and villages. On September 1, Yaakov Waldman, who had escaped the Chelmno deportation from Uniejow on 20 July 1942, was killed in nearby Turek.13 In October 1945 eight Jews were killed in Boleslawiec by one of several Polish underground groups still engaged in killing Jews.14 In December 1945 eleven Jews were killed by Poles in the village of Kosow-Lacki, less than six miles from the former death camp at Treblinka.15 In February 1946, nine months after the Allied victory in Europe, four Jewish delegates to a Jewish communal convention in Cracow were murdered on the train from Lodz. The Polish government offered to give them a state funeral, as victims of anti-Communist forces, albeit Poles. Zerah Warhaftig, one of the main organizers of the convention, refused. ‘I said they died as Jews, not in the fight for Communism.
 On 1 February 1946 the Manchester Guardian published a full report of the situation of the Jews still in Poland. The four headlines to the report read: 


Since the beginning of 1945, the newspaper reported, 353 Jews had been murdered by Polish thugs. ‘Unfortunately,’ it added, ‘anti-Semitism is still prevalent in spite of the Government efforts to counteract it.’ As a result of the war, this anti-Semitism, ‘always present in Polish society’, had been ‘greatly aggravated by German propaganda’. Since the end of the war, ritual murder accusations had been made against Jews in Cracow and Rzeszow. In Radom, a hospital for Jewish orphans had been attacked. In Lublin, two Jews, already wounded by thugs while on a bus, had been tracked down to the local hospital and murdered there, in their hospital beds.
 On 5 February 1946, four Jews were killed in Parczew, the forests of which had been the scene of so much Jewish suffering and heroism scarcely two years earlier. Six weeks later, on March 19, one of only two survivors of the death camp at Belzec, Chaim Hirszman, gave evidence in Lublin of what he had witnessed in the death camp. He was asked to return on the following day to complete his evidence. But on his way home he was murdered, because he was a Jew.
    Five days before Hirszman’s murder, the British Ambassador in Poland, Victor Cavendish Bentinck, reported from Warsaw that food supplies belonging to the Chief Rabbi’s Emergency Council had been allowed to proceed in a car flying the Union Jack. Yet even with this protection, the car had been stopped ‘and four Polish Jews, one of whom was a woman, travelling in it, were taken out and shot by the roadside for being Jews’. The Ambassador added that anyone with a Jewish appearance was in ‘danger’, and on March 28 the Foreign Office learned that a group of Jewish leaders travelling from Cracow to Lodz had been seized, tortured and murdered.
 On Easter Sunday, April 21, five Jews were driving along the main road towards the southern Polish town of Nowy Targ. All five were survivors of Auschwitz, Buchenwald and Mauthausen. The oldest, Benjamin Rose, was thirty-five. Leon Lindenberger was twenty-five. Ludwig Hertz, Henrych Unterbruck, and the only girl among them, Ruth Joachimsman, were twenty-two. 
Kielce July 1946

  As the five Jews approached the outskirts of Nowy Targ, their car was flagged down at what appeared to be a police check-point. The five Jews were ordered out of the car and shot. Their killers had been members of the former underground forces of the Polish Home Army. The five bodies were stripped of their clothing and left naked on the highway.
   The Nowy Targ murders caused consternation among the Jews of Cracow, the nearest Jewish community of any size, a community of survivors. On April 24, at the public funeral organised by the Jewish community in Cracow, five thousand Jews were present, one of whom, Joseph Tenenbaum, later wrote: ‘and there I witnessed something that lashed me with an iron rod. Windows opened, and guffaws poured out from the windows, balconies and porches. Gibes, scabrous and cynical, rained on the marching mourners. “Look, Jas, where did they come from, the Jews? The devil, I never knew so many of them were left alive.”’ 
  Six days after the funeral of the five who had been murdered at Nowy Targ, another seven Jews were murdered at almost the same spot. The oldest, Bela Gold, was forty-three. The youngest, Salomon Dornberg, was eighteen. Their funeral too was held in Cracow, on the evening of May 2, almost a year since the end of the war.
  That same May, Eliahu Lipszowicz, a former deputy to the partisan leader Dr Yehezkiel Atlas, and in 1944 an officer in the Red Army, was murdered by an anti-Semitic Pole at Legnica in Silesia.At Biala Podlaska, in June, two Jews were murdered: of the six thousand Jews in the town in 1939, only three hundred had survived the war. After the killings, those who remained decided to leave Poland altogether.
   No Polish town was free from such incidents. In Piotrkow, a Jewess, Miss Usherowitz, sold her father’s apartment to a Pole for six hundred zlotys, the equivalent of about five American dollars. That same day she was murdered, together with a friend Mrs Rolnik,
and a young man, Mr Maltz, with whom she shared her apartment.

Whether for money or out of hatred, the murder of Jews continued. 

The climax of these post-war killings came on 4 July 1946. Three days earlier, an eight-year-old Polish boy from Kielce, Henryk Blaszczyk, disappeared from his home. Two days later he returned, claiming that he had been kept in a cellar by two Jews who had wanted to kill him, and that only a miracle had enabled him to escape. In fact, he had been to the home of a family friend in a nearby village. The friend had taught him what to say after his return. 

Some places of killing of Jews by Poles after WWII.

  On July 4 a crowd of Poles, aroused by rumours of Jews abducting Christian children for ritual purposes, attacked the building of the Jewish Committee in Kielce. Almost all the Jews who were inside the building, including the Chairman of the Committee, Dr Seweryn Kahane, were shot, stoned to death, or killed with axes and blunt instruments. Elsewhere in Kielce, Jews were murdered in their homes, or dragged into the streets and killed by the mob.
  Forty-two Jews were killed in Kielce that day. Two, Duczka and Adas Fisz, were children. Four, Bajla Gerntner, Rachel Zander, Fania Szumacher and Naftali Teitelbaum, were teenagers on their way to Palestine. Three, Izak Prajs, Abraham Wajntraub and Captain Wajnreb, were officers in the Polish army. Seven could not be named. One of those whose name was unknown was a survivor of Birkenau, a fact disclosed by the tattoo number on his arm, B 2969. The Jews of Kielce published the names of the dead in the one surviving Polish—Jewish newspaper, in a black border. The name of the Jew who had been in Birkenau was never found. The numbers B 2903 to B 3449 had been given to those Jews in a train from Radom on 2 August 1944 who had been ‘selected’ for the barracks. Radom and Kielce are only fifty miles apart. 

Following the Kielce ‘pogrom’, one hundred thousand Polish Jews, more than half the survivors, fled from Poland, seeking new homes in Palestine, Western Europe, Britain and the United States, Latin America and Australia.

Gilbert, Martin. The Holocaust (pp. 818-819). RosettaBooks. 

 After these accounts, it is possible that the Poles do not seem as "victims" as before.

Sunday, 22 October 2017

The cruelty of the Germans always surprises

The ignorance of what the Germans did is very great and since they are the first interested  that is not known, was tried to hide for several decades since the end of WWII, it helped the USA and the United Kingdom complicity in to use Nazi assassins for their spying tasks against the Russians and on space missions, as well as to help them escape from Europe, so that these countries were not interested in letting the world know what the Germans really did.Anyone who studies this subject is more and more surprised by the many crimes that the Germans made about the most defenseless beings, civilians, women, children, war prisoners, and so on.Below are two stories that appear from a horror movie but are real, very real and still live some of those who saw it.The first case is the kidnapping, and later murder of Jewish children of a Guetto in Lithuania.The second is the murder of 9,000 young Jews while being pushed to a cliff in Oriental Prussia, now Kaliningrad province.Both cases are hard to believe, but they are as real as life itself.

The first case happened in the Guetto of Kovno in 1944 :

 In Kovno, on March 27, all remaining children up to the age of thirteen were seized by the SS, thrown into trucks, and driven off to their deaths. Thirty-seven Jewish policemen, among them the commander of the Jewish police and his two deputies, refused to take part in this round-up of children. They were shot on the spot. 15 The ‘children’s action’ in Kovno took two days to complete. Several thousand children were rounded up, driven off in trucks, and shot. Only a tiny fragment survived, among them the five-year-old Zahar Kaplanas. This young boy was saved by a non-Jew, a Lithuanian, who smuggled him out of the ghetto in a sack. Later Kaplanas’s parents were both killed in the ghetto. Zahar survived the war. 

 In a desperate act, as the search intensified, some parents poisoned their children, and then committed suicide. Dr Aharon Peretz, who witnessed the events of March 27, later recalled: 

I saw shattering scenes. It was near the hospital. I saw automobiles which from time to time would approach mothers with children, or children who were on their own. In the back of them, two Germans with rifles would be going as if they were escorting criminals. They would toss the children into the automobile. I saw mothers screaming. 

Kovno Guetto

 A mother whose three children had been taken away— she went up to this automobile and shouted at the German, ‘Give me the children,’ and he said, ‘How many?’ and the German said, ‘You may have one.’ And he went up into that automobile, and all three children looked at her and stretched out their hands. Of course, all of them wanted to go with the mother, and the mother didn’t know which child to select, and she went down alone, and she left the car. 
Monument of Kovno Guetto ( very small, don´t you thing it ? )
And a second mother just hung on to the car and didn’t want to let go. And a dog bit her; they set a dog against her. Another mother with two children, a girl and a boy— I saw that from my window— went and pleaded, and begged that the Germans should return one child, so he took the girl by her shoulders and threw the girl down to her. ‘Such scenes’, Dr Peretz recalled, ‘repeated themselves all day.’

The second case is related by a survivor Celina Manielewicz in the book of Gilbert, Martin. The Holocaust (pp. 781-782).
 This case is interesting not only by the cruelty of German soldiers but also by the civilian Germans cruelty..

 In East Prussia, where Soviet forces were driving toward the sea, the many labour camps in the Danzig and Königsberg regions were evacuated, many by sea. More than six thousand women and one thousand men, all of them Jews, were driven from these camps towards Palmnicken, a small fishing village beyond Königsberg, on the shore of the Baltic Sea. During the march to the sea, more than seven hundred were shot. Most of the marchers were women. ‘Every time somebody bent down to scoop up a little snow to drink water,’ Celina Manielewicz later recalled, ‘the guard simply shot him dead.’ In Palmnicken the Jews were lodged in a deserted factory. The manager of the village, hearing of their arrival, ordered each of the marchers to be given a daily ration of three potatoes. ‘We heard that he was a humane man who had objected to us prisoners remaining in his town under inhuman conditions. A few hours later a rumour circulated that the Nazis had shot him.’ 

One evening the Jews were ordered out of the factory building and lined up in rows of five. They were then marched in the direction of the Baltic Sea. During the march, some three hundred men hurled themselves at the SS guards with bare hands. They were all machine-gunned. The surviving marchers continued towards the sea. Celina Manielewicz later recalled the sequel, as she marched with her three friends, Pela Lewkowicz, Genia Weinberg and Mania Gleimann: 

In addition to rumours of our embarkation for Hamburg and of the approach of the Russians, other rumours also reached us: people marching ahead of us in the front ranks were murdered along the shore and thrown into the sea. We were so starved, weak and demoralised that death seemed to us a merciful relief— and yet we lacked the courage to stoop down on the way, because of a glimmer of hope that at the last moment our life would be saved by a miracle. Yet in view of the approaching end we four friends said goodbye to each other. 
Finally, late at night we came to the coast. We found ourselves on high ground beyond which cliffs descended steeply to the shore. A fearful vista presented itself. Machine-gunners posted on both sides fired blindly into the advancing columns. Those who had been hit lost their balance and hurtled down the cliffside. When we realized what was happening, we and people in front of us instinctively pushed to the back. The commanding SS man, Quartermaster Sergeant Stock, picked up his rifle and came cursing towards us, shouting, ‘Why don’t you want to go any further? You’re going to be shot like dogs anyway!’ He forced us forward to the precipice saying, ‘A waste of ammunition,’ and fetched each of us a terrible blow round the head with his rifle butt, so that we lost consciousness.

I don’t know what happened to me; suddenly I felt something cold on my back and when I opened my eyes I beheld a mountain slope down which ever more blood-streaked bodies were rolling. I found myself in the foaming, roaring sea in a small, partly frozen bay on a pile of dead or injured, and therefore still living, people. The whole coast, as far as I could see, was covered with corpses, and I, too, was lying on such a mountain of corpses which slowly sank deeper and deeper. Close beside me lay Genia Weinberg and Mania Gleimann and at my feet Pela Lewkowicz. Badly injured, she suddenly stood up and shouted to a sentry standing a few metres away from us on the shore, ‘Herr Sentry, I’m still alive!’ The sentry aimed and shot her in the head— a few centimetres away from my feet— so that she collapsed. Suddenly my friend Genia, who had also recovered consciousness in the ice-cold water, pinched me and whispered, ‘Don’t move.’

So we lay for some time, I don’t know how long, almost completely frozen. Suddenly SS men appeared and shouted, ‘Raise your heads!’ Some of the injured who were still alive and capable of obeying this order were shot immediately. Then the SS men left. Thereupon Genia said, ‘It is so quiet!’, got up carefully and waded to the shore. She tore some clothes and blankets from the corpses that were lying around and tied them into a rope, with the aid of which she pulled us on shore. 

We tried to move our limbs and began climbing the mountain slope with great difficulty. Genia was the one who hadn’t lost courage yet. Half-way up she told us to wait, she wanted to go down again and see if there were any survivors. But after some time she came back alone. We felt very sick because we had swallowed a lot of sea water; in spite of this Genia kept driving us forward. At last we came to the top of the cliff which had been entirely deserted by the Germans. 

It was twenty-five degrees below zero. We were covered with a layer of ice and unable to go any further. Genia told us over and over again, ‘We’ve got to go on!’ Then, after an hour’s staggering about in the snow, we suddenly saw smoke. The three women found refuge with a farmer called Voss. Later, when Voss tried to turn them over to the Germans, they were saved by two other villagers, Albert Harder and his wife, who fed and clothed them, and pretended that they were three Polish girls. One day a German officer asked Frau Harder for permission to take them out. It would have roused too many suspicions to refuse. Celina, now known as Cecilia, later recalled her evening with the officer: 
He led me to the spot along the seashore where I had endured the worst night of my life and said: ‘In this place our people murdered ten thousand Jews. It is terrible that Germans were capable of such a thing.

I can only tell you that if the Russians march in, which is only a question of days or weeks now, they will do the same to us as we have done to the Jews. A German will dangle from every tree. The forest will be full of German corpses!’
 I felt faint and lost consciousness. When I had recovered we walked back to the Harders’ in silence. On the way back the officer also told me that two hundred Jews had survived the night massacre, but had been handed over to the Gestapo by the population of the surrounding villages among whom they had sought asylum. They had all been killed. 

He continued to pay court to me, assured me that I looked like his sister, and made a few attempts to go out with me. The night before the entry of the Russians, I remember him coming to Frau Harder with a suitcase at 11 p.m. in a state of great excitement. He had to speak to me at all costs— it could not wait till next morning. When I stood before him in my nightdress and dressing gown he opened the case and produced a mass of tinned preserves he had procured for family Harder from the officers’ mess. 

Memorial statue of Frank Mayslerato to the victims
The German officer tried to persuade Celina to leave with him, ‘for woe betide you if the barbaric Russians get hold of you here’, but she persuaded him that she had to stay. Celina, for her part, urged the German to desert, and to throw away his uniform. ‘I cannot do that,’ he said. ‘I’ve got to play out this bad game to the bitter end.’ 
The German left. The Russians arrived. Celina and her two friends were saved. But none of the Russians, even a Yiddish-speaking Red Army officer, a Jew, could believe that they were Jews. ‘The Jews have all perished over there,’ they said, pointing to the sea. Only the emergence from hiding of ten other survivors of the massacre gave credence to the story of their survival. 

Of nine thousand and more marchers brought to the sea at Palmnicken, only thirteen had survived.
When you see a German, you think he's the son or grandson of murderers.

Sunday, 17 September 2017

Look at Donbass eyes

Look at Donbass eyes

Original Article: Antifahist

 In the RPD has recently started a project entitled "Look into the Donbass eyes “. Its initiator and author is Odessa journalist Irina Lashkevich, winner of the Oles Buzina prize in the category of "journalism of war" in 2016. Lashkevich, who participated in the investigation of the tragedy of the House of Trade Unions, was forced to to leave the Ukrainian territory. Now he lives and works in Donetsk. In his arsenal of thousands of images and reports on the Ukrainian punitive bombings against the localities of Donbass shows that, despite the war, life does not stop.

According to the published information, the idea of this project was born long ago, since the journalistic work is developed in the zone of conflict: "I have seen children and old people living under the bombings. I was always surprised by his eyes. Children in the front line can only speak as equals as adults. It would be strange if they spoke as children, it is not possible because they live in a solitary environment. I wanted to create a project that would reach adults from both sides. With the images of the front zone I want to show the most tragic side of the war. This war has ended the fate of hundreds of thousands of people whose lives changed irremediably with the first shot. "

"Before taking pictures I talk to the children. Each has its own history. The story of life on the front. Sometimes I have tears, I can not help it. How can you bear seeing a four-year-old girl who sings by inventing a letter that says "children of war, children of war"? When I asked who shot him, his mother, who was there with her, whispered, "It's better not to say anything or you'll start yelling." I have asked other children: "Will you speak to your children about this war?" "Do not. It is better that the children know nothing. May they live without war. "

Children can talk about soldiers for hours. The journalist is convinced: they are different. They love school and try to do everything they can to help their parents. They know what hunger is.

"An 8-year-old girl from Zaitsevo told me:" We were hungry. My mother would go and say she would bring something to eat. But he did not always come back with food. We did not get angry, it hurt to see that Mom was crying. I was happy when I brought a bundle of grain. " An 11-year-old boy in Alexandrovka said: "At night a mine struck the house, we ran in the snow to the neighbors' house. They have a good basement. The house burned completely .... When they bombed the school, the teacher told us to run to the shelter. Once, we were at home playing and, suddenly, began a bombing in broad daylight. My parents were not home, a neighbor took care of me. They destroyed the windows and shot me in the leg. " I will never forget the children of the town of Severniy, broken in pieces, when rains projectiles from Pesky. It should not be forgotten. My memory is marked, I dream of the war constantly, "continues Irina.

A couple of pictures represent what happens in the front area all day. The journalist explains that this is only the tip of the iceberg, but the story is a chronicle of pain. His pain had accumulated and led to the project "Look into the eyes of Donbass." Let us look at Donbass's eyes. The comments of the photographs are from the author, Irina Lashkevich.

"In 2015 the Grads worked." This girl from Zaitsevo, who was born in times of war, is called Katyusha. "The Grads of World War II were called Katyusha and that's why we call our daughter," says the girl's mother sadly. Now, during the bombing, Katya covers her ears. In the photo he showed me how he does it. He showed it and burst into tears. Katya's house has been bombed. "

"Yaroslav, from Alexandrovka, a village on the front line. One night a shell struck the house. The boy was injured in the leg. He falls asleep every night between the sound of shots. Yaroslav will never tell his children about the war. "Children should not know," are his words. Someone has decided that it is a separ, someone has decided that you can shoot Yaroslav. "

Polinka, 3 years, Oktyabrsky (front zone), Donetsk. I remember arriving at the street of Paulina's house in 2015: it was completely shattered. His parents had to leave. The girl did not speak, but listened attentively. I do not doubt that he will speak to his children of war, who will never forget it. While there, the bombing began. Paulina continued eating some goodies. For her, bombing is the norm. They can send a portrait to some "hero of ATO," that his wife and children know something about their father's work.

"Bogdan, 4, Zaitsevo. Bogdan's house has been bombed. He remembers no other life than war. Reports of dead soldiers can always be added a phrase: destruction, broken destinies of hundreds of thousands of people. Someone has decided that Bogdan is a separ, someone has decided that Bogdan can be shot. "

"The brothers Daniel and Nikita, aged 7 and 11, Zaitsevo, Gorlovka. A bombed out district. They sound like adults. For the Ukrainian "patriots": from the bombings you have raised soldiers. Daniel and Nikita have learned to live in war, they know how to hide from the bombings. They have matured soon and do not see the Ukrainian news: the television is on the other side of their window, from where they see how the projectiles of Bajmutka and Artyomovsk fly. Maybe in a couple of years take the guns. The "television" on the other side of the window has been preparing them for that for three years. Someone decided that these brothers were separating and decided that they could be bombed.

"Olya, 8, Severniy, Donetsk. Olga studied in the school, the same one in which two children died in 2014. The bombing from Pesky began at four in the afternoon. The children were playing football when the shells fell. Their bodies were destroyed. Olya remembers that day, she will never forget it. Someone has decided that Olga is separ and can be shot.

Trudovsky is one of the most bombed areas. This is Sasha. I saw him with his grandmother at a local store. In the first photo he listens attentively to his grandmother, who talks about the bombing of the previous night. The second: the reaction to coming soldiers. "

"Valya, 11, Okyabrsky (Donetsk). Front line. Valya remembers the first day of the war, when the helicopters fired at the town. To the question of how children live the war replies: "time has stopped. I think I have not grown, as if I was still 9 years old. " Someone has decided that Valya is a separ, someone has decided that Valya can be shot.

"Do you know how old this girl is? Two years and a half. Nastya lives on the front line, Oktyabrsky, Donetsk. In his language he describes that he hides in the bathroom during the bombing. He was born when the war had already begun. War has always been a part of his life. They are children of war, who will relax when peace comes, but through whose eyes we see how our grandfathers survived the war. I think so. And I want to show who they shoot. Someone decided that Nastya is separ, someone decided that they could shoot him. "

"People usually ask me: why black and white images? The photos are what life is like. No smiles? It is not a coincidence and is not prepared. Before taking pictures, I ask the children to look into the eyes of those who are shooting them. The children take this request very seriously, they really look, as if they are facing the bad guys and understand what they are doing. They believe that these photos can bring peace. They are adult-veteran children, "Lashkevich wrote.

In the collection, consisting of several dozen photographs, there are older people. After all, the elders and children tell the truth. And they are equally defenseless. "I have recently been able to speak with the elderly of Oktyabrsky. They complain about the low pensions, of the bombings every night, they are tired of the war. But to the question of: what if Ukraine returns when the war is over ?, everyone responds with the same reaction: immediately they lose the smile and appear in their face the surprise and a resounding: no! We do not want them here. War is war, but Donetsk without Ukraine, "says Lashkevich.

"In this image, the couple Grigory and Olga Kolosova. They've been together half a century. The husband has 35 years of experience working in the mine. Every day, for 35 years in a row, his wife prayed and waited for him to return. Grigory has two medals at Work. In his hands, the medal of the Trade Unions and the record of production of coal. He does not understand why Ukraine has fallen so low that it buys coal in the United States. In Pesky they bombed and sacked his house. The couple lives in the front line, on a floor that falls apart. Grigory had a heart attack when they started bombing his house. Someone decided that these defenseless elders are separ, someone decided that for Ukraine they can be shot. "

"Grandma Zina is 86 years old. He lives in the Donetsk airport district. His house was hit by a bomb, which destroyed the doors and windows. Grandma Zina participated in the Great Patriotic War. She is a lonely person, who has been left alone with this war. He is afraid of not being able to reach the basement when the bombing begins, so he lies down and prays. Someone decided that Grandma Zina is separ, someone decided that they could shoot "

"I asked the best Donbass photographers, Dan Levy, to participate in the project. He is from Kramatorsk and usually works at the front line with the press service of the RPD army. He responded immediately and now we are working on a new project. Together we will go to the front area. Dan Levy is my teacher: in three months, with infinite patience, he has taught me the tricks of photography. It's easy to work with. I hope to capture the mood of the children, their character. I hope that attention is paid to Donbass. That Donbass that has begun to forget. But the population continues to live there. And they want peace, "concludes Irina.