This is a picture of me taken in 2002. This is what I look as I’m telling you my story.

For the last four years I've been working for the Association of Jewish Combatants and Casualties in World War II.

Prior to this, I handled compensations paid to Polish Jews from a Swiss fund.

Arnold Mostowicz invited me to participate in this work. While he was president of the Association, I was elected, on his initiative, its secretary general.

This is a picture of me and my relatives.

On the photo from right: my father Jakub Kaferman, I at the age of ten, my father’s sister Jozefa Kaferman, grandmather Hena Kaferman, nee Roter, father’s sister Lucja Margulies, nee Kaferman, our neighbour, my father’s sister Pola Blumenkopf, nee Kaferman and her daughter Jadwiga.

The photo taken in Warsaw, probably in Grandma Kaferman’s apartment in Ciepla Street.

This photo must have been taken during a Sabbath dinner sometime in the 1930s.

This is the symbolic tombstone of the families Kaferman, Krasucki, Margulies, Richter and Roter in the Jewish Cementery in Warsaw.

My mother's and my father’s entire families were killed during War World II. They were all in the Warsaw ghetto.

I’ve never found out whether they died in the ghetto or were murdered in Treblinka extermination camp.

My grandfather Naum alias Nikodem Krasucki was a descendant of the first Rabbi of Warsaw, whose beautiful tomb still stands in the Jewish Cemetery in Warsaw.