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The Holocaust in Romania Under the Antonescu Government

by Marcu Rozen
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Historical and Statistical Data About Jews in Romania, 1940 --1944
V. Transnistria: Place of Suffering and Death
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Esther Golbelman, a native from Kishinev, is among the 120 Jews who remained alive from the total of about 60,000 Jews who were brought to Bogdanovka by the Antonescu authorities.

After exhausting wandering through different camps of Transnistria, together with her mother, an elder brother and a twin brother, she arrived at the end of November 1941, at Bogdanovka.

We reproduce now some fragments of the testimony of this survivor.

"What was Bogdanovka? Under Soviet regime it was a model state farm, where pigs were raised. Now there were no more pigs, but the empty barracks, without doors and windows, were awaiting the Jews. It was cold. It was an early winter, with bitter cold and blizzards. On the roads we stepped over human corpses of those who didn't resist the cold, the fatigue. At Bogdanovka, those who died at night were thrown out daily from the barracks. Again the roads were paved with corpses. The Ukrainians were waiting for the thrown out corpses to strip them. The Romanian soldiers took the better clothes; the rags were left for the Ukrainians.

… In the morning of December the 21st, a hard winter day, we heard shooting. In our room nobody knew from where it came. Who shoots at whom?

About an hour later, Ukrainian police and Romanian soldiers surrounded the barracks in which we stayed. Up on the mount, some German and Romanian officers watched, having a heated discussion about the orders they had to give.

People were chased from all the barracks. From above, on the hill, where the barracks in which thousands of Jews were quartered in pigsties, smoke came out. Nobody knew what was happening.

On December the 22nd we remained closed in the barracks. The killers were busy with the Jews from the pigsties on the hill. About 2.000 men, women and children were killed daily. They didn't even shoot the children; they were thrown alive directly into the precipice, over the fire. The grown up were killed by shooting. Ukrainian police and Romanian gendarmes were standing on the edge of the precipice. They were shooting in turn. Eight who were resting took the place of other eight, who were tired from so much shooting.

Groups of Jews stripped the dead, and pushed them into the precipice behind the grove, near the bank of the Bug. The corpses fell over the fire, into the bottom of the precipice. Initially, the Romanian soldiers put the Jews to gather dry branches, logs, tree trunks, that were sprinkled with gasoline and set on fire, the bodies of the killed Jews being thrown into the flames. That was the cause of the smoke.

At Bogdanovka, the Jews were killed until the day of December the 25th. It was Christmas. The Romanian soldiers were drunk. The Ukrainians were shooting, just for fun.

The holiday taken by the killers lasted until the 7th of January 1942. In the meantime, from those in the barracks, many were dying from cold, exhaustion and famine.

On 18th or maybe on 20th of January 1942, the order arrived from the Romanian Military Command that in the future nobody should be killed.

In the precipice near the Bug, the corpses of the killed Jews were still smoking. Only 120 remained alive.

After the war, a trial took place at Domanovka, against some Ukrainian policemen and war criminals.

I went to Domanovka to assist the judgment. I recognized most of those who were the killers from Bogdanovka. From the dock, of course, the Romanian gendarmes and officers, as well as the German officers were missing.

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Those who were tried at Domanovka were condemned by the Soviet Court to death. The death penalty was executed.

Some years ago, before I immigrated to Israel, I visited Bogdanovka. I felt the need to see again the places, where my beloved had been killed.

I had a shock. The precipice still existed. Among the bushes at the riverbank, bones protruded from the earth, the bones of those killed. They were blank, clean, washed by the rains, snow and winds. I cried bitterly.

The earth at Bogdanovka is soaked with blood, the blood of our brothers. A few of us are still alive. Soon, the veil of forgetting will fall on these martyrs too, assassinated only for "the guilt" to be born Jews. And maybe tomorrow, in this mad world, the women will give birth and raise children, who may become ferocious assassins, or innocent victims.

This depends on the devil or angel in our souls, but also education." 1)

(Tel-Aviv, June 1988)


1) From Sonia Palty's Romanian book: "Evrei, Treceti Nistrul!" --pp. 225-242
Libra Publishing House, Bucharest 2002.

 

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