Gita Geseleva
“Be good and love each other, so there is friendship among nations.”
Gita hails from the shtetl of Glubokoe. When the ghetto was liquidated, her parents hid in the attic to act as look outs while she hid in the basement with fellow residents. She never saw them again. She escaped by crawling through a hole in the fence into the surrounding fields. During the war, she was cared for by partisan groups. She returned to Glubokoe to search for relatives, where she trained as a nurse at the local hospital. She later moved to Vilnius and today, helps the sick and needy in the community.
“I decided to go home, but I had nowhere to go, I returned to a place of ashes. Nothing remained. I wandered around in search of familiar faces, for people I knew, for neighbours. I was completely barefoot. I had no shoes, and I was wearing trousers made from parachute material that I had been given in the partisan fort… I met a man, a shoemaker, and he said, let me make some shoes for you, and then I had shoes…”
“Be good and love each other, so there is friendship among nations.”
Gita hails from the shtetl of Glubokoe. When the ghetto was liquidated, her parents hid in the attic to act as look outs while she hid in the basement with fellow residents. She never saw them again. She escaped by crawling through a hole in the fence into the surrounding fields. During the war, she was cared for by partisan groups. She returned to Glubokoe to search for relatives, where she trained as a nurse at the local hospital. She later moved to Vilnius and today, helps the sick and needy in the community.
“I decided to go home, but I had nowhere to go, I returned to a place of ashes. Nothing remained. I wandered around in search of familiar faces, for people I knew, for neighbours. I was completely barefoot. I had no shoes, and I was wearing trousers made from parachute material that I had been given in the partisan fort… I met a man, a shoemaker, and he said, let me make some shoes for you, and then I had shoes…”
