Tag #152464 - Interview #97158 (Efim Kadanskiy)

In few months, as German troops were approaching we had to move on to Charjou, Turkmenian SSR. It was a very long trip with nothing to eat and lots of lice. We met an acquaintance, my father’s former colleague and she accommodated us at her relatives’ in Charjou.  It was a typical Turkmen saklia – a clay house. My mother went to work at the cotton-spinning factory and I went to school. There were many evacuated children in my school. I made friends with many of them. We were so hungry that we stole food.