In March 1942, another resettlement order came, and our police delivered 1,500 persons. But this time, we received a horrifying report from a dental technician--his name was Bachner--that the entire transport had been gassed upon arrival at Belzec. Bachner escaped by hiding at the bottom of a latrine for several days. His main complaint about those days was not the smell but the flies swarming around his head. With the help of a Polish gentile farmer, Bachner returned to Kraków and shared with us the news of our impending doom. The time came to run but we were not quite ready yet. We still had to wait for our "Aryan" papers.