| Len's uncle
A narrow escape
Well, anyway. Another incident happened. We passed through another town called Baranovici on the way to Brest-Litovsk and on the way to Warsaw. I went throught Warsaw. I stopped in Warsaw. I just wanted to take a look at the city. I wanted to see the street Marshamkowski [phonetic] Street. Well, anyway, it matters very little.
But, in Baranovici, as I said, the train stopped and I looked out of the window. And I saw my Voynsky Nacharnik, that Army Master of my home city, pacing back and forth on the platform of the railroad station. They had a beautiful railroad station, and the train stopped there for about half an hour. So I got scared to death.
I was coming here. I had to get a foreign passport. I had a foreign passport, but not my name, of course. And I... But he knew me. I was the...[interrupts himself]
So, I looked out of the window, and I saw that Voynsky Nacharnik, that Army master. I got up. In Russia they had places to sleep in the trains, in the third class. There were long benches where people sat, and long benches on the top. You could go up and sleep. One side and the other side, the opposite. So, I took a newspaper that I was holding, and I walked up there, and I waited until the train will move. When the train started moving, I jumped down off, and I took a look out of the window. I saw my Voynsky Nacharnik still pacing back and forth. So, I thought it was wonderful. A stone was rolled off my chest. Everything was fine. I felt free.
Ju: How far was that from your home town?
J: Oh, it was about 200 miles.
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