I remember reading "a farewell to arms" and Hemingway talks about the soldiers dining at a table in the middle of the war. I thought that that was so bizarre and didnt know why Hemingway expected people to believe it. A few years later I saw a picture of a scene just like that from ww1 in the back of a wine magazine. I couldn't believe it... I really love pictures like this. It's like Klimit's "Death and Life." So beautiful.
My great-grandma was stolen from her home in Ukraine and taken to Germany to work the kitchens and feed the soldiers. She once fed a homeless man and someone saw her, hit her on the head and left her to die. She got picked up by an older lady and stayed with her, taking care of her son who lost his legs in the war. The older lady wanted them to get married, and grandma noped out. She escaped and hitch hiked all the way back to her village. Badass lady.
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Her name was Teklya Kozak. She was hiding in the stack of hay when the raid for happening. In the kitchens in Germany the conditions were extremely poor and while Ukrainians are white people, they were looked down upon as not Arian enough and she was treated like a slave. She used to secretly feed a lot of homeless people with the food from the kitchens. When someone hit her in the head, she apparently lay in a pool of blood for a long time. The old lady that found her was apparently very kind and not supporting nazi beliefs. When she escaped, she had a Ukrainian friend traveling with her. They hitch hiked through Poland. At the time when my great-grandma was born, that part of Ukraine was under Poland and great-grandma had to learn polish in school. This saved her life during the trip back to Ukraine because had the polish people known she and her friend were Ukrainian, they would’ve killed them. They entire time they travelled home, her friend pretended to be deaf because she couldn’t speak polish.
Great-grandma returned to her home village, it’s called Chornoliztsi . She got married to a man that spent a lot of his time in Siberia. He was thrown out of the train there and given a shovel to survive. That’s also a great story. They had 4 daughters, my grandma being the eldest. All the daughters had two-three kids each. We all know and love each other.
darth_dad_bod on December 19th, 2020 at 17:31 UTC »
This is a good support class.
HomesteadDeadhead on December 19th, 2020 at 17:45 UTC »
I remember reading "a farewell to arms" and Hemingway talks about the soldiers dining at a table in the middle of the war. I thought that that was so bizarre and didnt know why Hemingway expected people to believe it. A few years later I saw a picture of a scene just like that from ww1 in the back of a wine magazine. I couldn't believe it... I really love pictures like this. It's like Klimit's "Death and Life." So beautiful.
Derpazor1 on December 19th, 2020 at 18:10 UTC »
My great-grandma was stolen from her home in Ukraine and taken to Germany to work the kitchens and feed the soldiers. She once fed a homeless man and someone saw her, hit her on the head and left her to die. She got picked up by an older lady and stayed with her, taking care of her son who lost his legs in the war. The older lady wanted them to get married, and grandma noped out. She escaped and hitch hiked all the way back to her village. Badass lady.
Edit. This is getting popular so here are some details.
Her name was Teklya Kozak. She was hiding in the stack of hay when the raid for happening. In the kitchens in Germany the conditions were extremely poor and while Ukrainians are white people, they were looked down upon as not Arian enough and she was treated like a slave. She used to secretly feed a lot of homeless people with the food from the kitchens. When someone hit her in the head, she apparently lay in a pool of blood for a long time. The old lady that found her was apparently very kind and not supporting nazi beliefs. When she escaped, she had a Ukrainian friend traveling with her. They hitch hiked through Poland. At the time when my great-grandma was born, that part of Ukraine was under Poland and great-grandma had to learn polish in school. This saved her life during the trip back to Ukraine because had the polish people known she and her friend were Ukrainian, they would’ve killed them. They entire time they travelled home, her friend pretended to be deaf because she couldn’t speak polish.
Great-grandma returned to her home village, it’s called Chornoliztsi . She got married to a man that spent a lot of his time in Siberia. He was thrown out of the train there and given a shovel to survive. That’s also a great story. They had 4 daughters, my grandma being the eldest. All the daughters had two-three kids each. We all know and love each other.