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There was a German family living on our street, the Meltzers. One of their children had already learnt a few things about Nazism and anti-Semitism. One day, he and his ‘gang’ pursued me in order to ‘shoot’ me with a toy riffle (whose pellets stung very hard though). They were chasing me, and I went out from the Negru Voda St. to the Vacaresti Ave. Because I was scared and wasn’t paying attention to where I walked, a car knocked me down. I fell on the pavement and lost consciousness. When I recovered, I saw a lot of people around me. They were asking me where I lived. I had regained consciousness, but I couldn’t move one finger. It was as if I had become paralyzed. I didn’t tell where I lived, as I didn’t want my parents to find out what had happened to me. After I got better, I went home on my own and I didn’t tell my parents one single word about this accident which fortunately didn’t have tragic consequences.
Location
Bucharest
Romania
Interview
Ticu Goldstein