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Mala Tribich MBE
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24 March 1947
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279
Interviewer:
Dr Bea Lewkowicz
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Interview Summary:
Mala Tribich MBE was born Mala Helfgott in 1930 in Piotrków Trybunalski, Poland, the middle child to parents Sara and Moshe Helfgott. When the Nazis invaded Poland in 1939, Mala’s family first fled eastwards, then returned and had to move into the ghetto which was established in her hometown, the first Nazi ghetto in Poland. Life there was terrible with families living in overcrowded, unhygienic conditions.
The family decided that it would be safer for Mala and her cousin, Idzia Klein, to be taken to the city of Częstochowa to try to pass as Christian children and stay there until the deportations were over. A couple named Maciejewski came to their home to collect payment in advance and it was arranged that Mala would be collected first and Idzia a week later; it would have been too dangerous to take two Jewish children on the train at the same time.
Mala and Idzia were taken to a house on the edge of Częstochowa and pretended to be relatives from Warsaw. Life was at times uncertain for the girls and they often felt vulnerable. Sometimes it was safe to mix with visitors but at other times the girls had to hide in a wardrobe and stay there until they had left. Both Mala and Idzia missed their parents but it was still not safe for them to return. When Idzia told the Maciejewskis that she could go and stay with good friends of her parents, who were hiding their valuables, they took her there. Mala was eventually taken back to Piotrków where her father was waiting for her in the attic of a flour mill with Idzia’s father. On seeing Mala, Idzia’s father turned white with shock and asked for his daughter—but Idzia was never seen again.
Shortly after Mala’s return to the ghetto, there were further round-ups during which her mother and eight-year-old sister Lusia were taken and murdered in the local forest. Soon afterwards Mala had to undertake the responsibility of caring for her five-year-old cousin Ann Helfgott, whose mother was deported to a concentration camp. When the ghetto was liquidated, Mala became a slave labourer until November 1944, when the remaining Jews were deported. Mala was separated from her father and brother and together with Ann was sent to the Ravensbrück concentration camp.
After about 10 weeks they were transported in cattle trucks to Bergen-Belsen where conditions were appalling and Mala contracted typhus. At the time of the liberation by the British army, Mala was very ill. She was transferred to a hospital and it was many weeks before she recovered. Three months later she was sent, with a large group of children, to Sweden where she spent nearly two years. Not expecting any of her family to be alive, Mala was surprised to receive a letter from her older brother Ben in England, the only other member of her close family who have survived Terezin. Their father was murdered trying to escape a death march in 1945.
In March 1947, Mala came to England to be reunited with Ben. She learnt English, attended secretarial college and within a year was working in an office. In 1949, she met Maurice, whom she married in 1950. Whilst her children were growing up, Mala studied and gained a degree in Sociology from the University of London. Today Mala has two children and three grandchildren.
Key words: Piotrków Trybunalski. [Ben] Helfgott. Ann Helfgott. Klein. Bugaj. Hortensja. Częstochowa. Ravensbrück. Bergen-Belsen. Dr. Bimko. Sister Luba. Hetty Verolme. Sweden
I don't like to be branded as something. I’m a lot of other things as well. An ordinary human being. Talking about what happened isn't therapeutic for me but it also doesn't damage me or disturb me. It keeps it alive for me. It’s just part of my life. But I'm very motivated. I think it is so important for people to hear the story. It’s not about me. But I think it desperately needs to be told. People need to know & maybe some of them will be affected in a way to actually become active about it & do something about antisemitism. It matters that it comes from me. If you're hearing something secondhand, well, it’s second-hand. Sometimes when I speak I really have tears in my eyes but I never cry with tears, no matter how tragic or terrible. My eyes fill with tears but they don't come down my face.