Tag #146460 - Interview #103743 (Clara Shalenko)

Once, when my parents were standing in line to get some kerosene, they began talking to a Jewish couple. Those people knew uncle Abram and told my parents that he was in Fergana. My father immediately wrote to the director of bakery in Fergana since he knew that my uncle was a baker. This director of bakery happened to be Abram. He replied ‘Mendel, come here – Clara is with us’.

At the beginning of the fall of 1943 my father arrived to take me to Stalinabad. I was my parents’ only treasure and they hadn’t known anything about me for two years. When my mother saw me at the railway station she fainted. We were so happy to be together again.