A CARD FROM THE CALENDAR - WITOLD KIEŻUN
– No. I am not running away. I am staying in Warsaw, because firstly – I do not look Jewish, secondly – My surname is Kozak, and thirdly – I am Polish – Zdzisław declared to his high school friends with his head held high. The others, however, sensing a growing threat, decided to run away. Witold offered his friend a job in his glass-making shop and helped him find accommodation. The boy worked diligently until 7 December. The next day, he did not show up. At random, he was shot by the Gestapo. His parents, with Witold’s support, found a flat in Otwock. And luckily they survived. Just like Dr Wiktor Natanson, father of Witold’s friends. He was placed with a neighbour. The young Kieżun had a lot of connections, he arranged false certificates, organised shelter. His mother supported him in these activities.