
Merkos Shlichus in Poland Day 9
Gdansk.
The day started out a little shaky. We had a meeting at 11, but we didn’t realize the meeting was an hour and a half away, so we were already delayed. We had arranged for a translator to come with us to our meeting with us. He was an 18 year old boy, who wasn’t Jewish. When his grandmother moved to Gdansk, there were Germans, and Jews. The Jews befriended her, the Germans didn’t. She came to like the Jews, even though she was Catholic, and pushed her grandson to do the same. He goes to shul regularly, to help the Jews of the community, and does whatever he can, to help the elderly Jews of the community. When I asked him if his parents were happy with his behavior, he told me,
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