I looked in the paper and I found a job with a couple janitors, both of them were elderly people.
They lived in the Lwów, and was on the street Kopernika. They took me in,
and I told them, I lied to them, I didn't tell them the truth.
And they felt sorry for me, and they took me in.
[Interviewer} Do you remember their names?
[Dora] No I don't remember, but they were elderly. He was mine age [now], he was 73.
He had asthma, he laid mainly in bed. They were such sweet people.
And she was such a sweet old lady. They didn't have children.
And you know what a janitor does, takes care of the tenants, brooms the sidewalks, they care
does the shopping for the tenants, whatever. This is what I did.
This was going on for more than a year, like almost a year, three months, four
months, the dates I cannot recall too well. Till one day, I was brooming the outside,
and schoolmates from my school saw me. Because the university was very not far from,
actually it was on this not far from Kopernika Street. And three of them saw me.
Some of them, I don't know, one or two or all of them, I don't know,
told in the government, told the Nazis.
A few days later, I was picked up. They came to the
main door, the bell rang, and I went out. And they said, there was a plain clothes man
with a Nazi and said, 'I would like to call talk to Miss Sophie.'
I said, 'I'm Sophie.'
And they said, 'We would like to see your papers.'
What papers? I had no papers. I told them right away that I'm Jewish.
We walked in in the house, and the two elderly people asked me 'Sophie, Sophie what's going on?'
And I told them I'm Jewish.
And the old man was laying in bed.
He said, 'Jesus Christ. What I have lived to see at my old age.'
At that moment, I turned to those two Nazis.
I says, 'If you have God in heart, if you believe in God, please do not hurt them,
because I lied to them. They didn't know that I'm Jewish.'
At that time on the wall was hanging a whip.
I must have touched the nerve of the Nazi, not the Nazi but the plainclothes man who was Polish,
because I talked to him.
He must have been a Volksdeutsche, one of the parent was German, and the other parent was Polish.
And he took off the whip and started whipping me.
I says 'Please don't hurt them.'
But fortunately enough, later on I found out, they were not hurt, they were not killed.
Because when the Nazis found a Jew in a Christian home, they killed the Christians too.