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Memories from Deportation to Kazakhstan – Homeless again

Memories written by Stefania Borstowa. Borstowa, her children and Marysia, a home servant wer deported from Lvov to Krutoyarka  little village in Kazakstan. Soon after Soviet Union invasion.  Her husband was sent to the labor camp in Eastern Siberia and died of dysentery, but she did not know about it until after WW II.

The first part described the deportation and travel to Kazakhstan:

Check Daily Life in Krutoyarka ( Below is the next stage

After our Kazakh host died suddenly on the way to visit his daughter, Olga, his wife went into a rage. When we came back home with four buckets of wild strawberries picked up in the forest we saw our belongings thrown outside of the home. We were homeless again.

We were far away from home in Poland in Krutoyarka, a small village somewhere in Kustanay region in Kazakhstan. We decided to walk to the village, but all quarters were occupied by other Polish families living with local Kazakhs families. Finally somebody showed to us a wooden house with the door glued with clay entering to the living room.  The owners were ill, laying on the benches near the furnace. We were given this living room.

Our presence was a blessing for the owners, since Marysia was able slowly to help the owners to heal their arthritic pains. Marysia treated them with the ointments that we had in Poland. Patients had to lay naked in the sun or on the nettles, with their skin oiled.  It was a good treatment. After two months they were able to walk and work again.

The room which we were given had three windows, wooden ceiling and floor and was full of bugs. After one full week of hard work we removed the old plaster from the walls and prepared 120 buckets of clay to cover the walls. Then we bleached the walls with chalk tinged with indelible pencil (what a pretty color!).  We literally burned out all the crevices with naphtha (petroleum).  At the end we cleaned the rest of the house and the bugs disappeared.

We lived in this house two years. We developed a deep friendship with the host family and we did lots of good acts to each other. These were noble people and we owe them a lot.

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Recommended reading(s):

When God Looked the Other WayWhen God Looked the Other Way: An Odyssey of War, Exile, and Redemption (Paperback) by Wesley Adamczyk


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