Holocaust Art

I was born in Warsaw in 1935. After its occupation by the Nazis, my parents and I escaped to the city of Lida (in what is now Belarus). We came under Nazi rule there in June 1941and confined to the ghetto in September. We barely survived the ghetto massacre of May 1942, in which 80% of the Lida Jews were shot. We later escaped to the Partisans in the forest. My father, a surgeon, established a hospital in the swamps. To protect me from rape, I was turned into a boy and given a pistol of my own on my eighth birthday. We were liberated in June 1944. We then escaped Communism, traveling through central Europe to Italy; from there we came to America in 1947. I had never attended school until then, and I had a hard time adjusting. Despite my early struggles, I ultimately obtained a Ph.D.  from Columbia University in Biological Sciences, and went on to become a professor of dermatology, biochemistry and microbiology at the University of Texas.  After my retirement, I revisited the lands of the Holocaust; while in the Treblinka death camp, I made a pact with God to spend the rest of my life to remember the Holocaust –through art, music, poetry and books of my story.