A Love That Never Fades
When he was 19 years old, he was imprisoned in Auschwitz by the occupying German Nazis in Poland, suspected of being a “resistance fighter.”
In the camp, he met a Jewish girl. She had large eyes and black hair, and her parents and two brothers were cruelly killed in the gas chamber of Camp No. 2. She was forced into a warehouse for heavy labor.
Under such difficult and dangerous conditions, when they first met, she smiled at him.
It was this smile that brought the two of them closer in the face of danger, transitioning naturally from friendship to love, so intensely.
With her in his life, he no longer wanted to stay in this “death factory.” He wanted to escape with her and live happily in a place of freedom.
Through a fellow prisoner working in the uniform warehouse, he secretly obtained a Nazi officer’s uniform and a pass. A brilliant plan immediately took shape in his mind.
Everything was ready, and he casually told her: “Tomorrow, an officer will come to question you, and that officer will be me.”
The next day, he put on the uniform and walked into the place where she was working. After greeting the guard, he pointed at her. She stood up, lowered her head, and quickly followed in his footsteps.
He handed the pass to the guard, waiting for inspection.
It felt like a century had passed before the guard waved his hand, signaling that they could leave.
They kept walking for a long distance, their hearts pounding, feeling as if a bullet could end their lives at any moment.
Fortunately, everything went smoothly. They successfully escaped the endless darkness of the concentration camp.
After nine nights of traveling in the dark, they finally arrived at his home near Krakow.
Their son, who had been lost for four years, was still alive. His mother was overjoyed to tears. However, as a devout Catholic, she did not agree with her son marrying a Jewish woman.
He did not want to upset his mother, and in the constant turmoil of war, they could be captured by the Germans again at any moment. To reduce the risk of capture, he decided to separate from her for a while and marry after the war ended.
He hid her in a farm near his hometown, while he hid in Krakow.
On the night before their separation, they sat under a pear tree, holding each other tightly. She rested her head on his lap, silently crying. It was such a peaceful scene, a tranquility they had always longed for.
He vowed that as soon as the war ended, he would return to her side and never let her suffer any more grievances.
During the days away from her, he spent every night in longing, thinking of her smile and appearance, his heart as soft as a cloud in the sky, feeling no bitterness no matter how much he endured.
Finally, the news came that the Soviet Red Army had driven away the German Nazis. He was overjoyed and couldn’t wait any longer. He hurried through 40 miles of snow overnight and arrived at the farm where she was hiding at dawn.
But she was gone. She had left the farm four days ago.
The farm had been liberated three weeks earlier. She had waited anxiously, longing for him to return and fulfill his promise to marry her.
In her helpless wait, her once passionate heart gradually cooled. She thought he had either died because of the war or had forgotten about her, unwilling to fulfill his promise.
Regardless of the reason, she felt there was no point in waiting any longer.
So, with a heart full of sorrow, she boarded a train to Warsaw, the capital of Poland.
Time is an unkind sword, mercilessly cutting off all communication between two deeply in love. She married someone else, and he, after a difficult search, finally lost hope and married another woman.
Although they each had their own families, the longing, like wild grass, never stopped growing.
Seven years after her husband’s death, she still tirelessly told others their story.
One day, while telling their story to her Polish maid, the maid was shocked and said, “I know this story. I once saw a program on Polish TV about a young man who escaped from Auschwitz with his Jewish girlfriend.”
Like a bomb exploding in her heart, she finally realized that he had never forgotten her and had once painstakingly searched for her!
After some effort, she finally got his phone number. When the call connected, her voice regained the brightness of her youth 39 years ago. She said, “I’m your little Zibulska!”
On the other end, he cried loudly.
After being cruelly played by time for 39 years, they finally met again in their old age. He held 39 bright roses, each representing a year he had missed her.
However, they could not stay together because he had a wife and children to whom he owed responsibility.
She cried but did not stop him from leaving. She loved him and didn’t want him to face a difficult choice. After all, time had changed some things.
As long as he was happy, she asked for nothing more.
He said, “It was a great love. I loved her! After the war, I often dreamt of her and cried upon waking. Despite fate, if history repeated, I would still do the same.”
His name was Bielecki, and hers was Zibulska. They were the only “prisoners” to escape through the gates of Auschwitz, all for the sake of love.
Thank you for reading! ” Sitestorys “
