This is the story of a Polish Jewish woman who spent the Second World War as a child in the Lodz ghetto (Poland). There she met the sports photographer Henrik Ross. His official task was to take identification photos and propaganda employees of textile and leather factories.
This is the story of a Polish Jewish woman who spent the Second World War as a child in the Lodz ghetto (Poland). There she met the sports photographer Henrik Ross. His official task was to take identification photos and propaganda employees of textile and leather factories.
An unofficial part of Ross's work was photographing the everyday life of the ghetto, including public executions. The photographer took many photos, risking his safety and life. He often photographed from hiding through holes or cracks in the walls and doors. He often hid the camera in his coat, so that he would not push the shutter button imperceptibly. Henryk Ross hid nearly 6,000 of his negatives in the canister, put it in a wooden box and buried it near his home at Jagiello?ska Street. Years later, the photographer said it was a testimony to human tragedy. They both survived the ghetto and met again in Israel in the 55's. They were very good friends. Henryk Ross and his wife organized dinners every Thursday at home. Salomea and her parents participated in these dinners and discussions as well as memories and plans for the future.
When the exhibition of his works was organized in NYC, Salomea was asked to be a consultant. The photos caused that memories and the pain associated with the ghetto revived. The pain that has never disappeared, which strokes every part of the body. Memories that sometimes wake up in the middle of the night ...