"Late night before the 7th of November 1941, the guards led everyone out into the front yard; they waited for something for a while and then let us go. But at dawn, the Gestapo officers arrived and the usual sorting started. First they called out the craftsmen, who directly serviced with Sicherheitspolizei. Then they also set aside the members of the Judenrat. There were also other groups. Out of the workers they only took the men and led them through the city via the massive gates. Everyone else, thousands of people, they lined up on the wall.
I pressed to my mother, Rosa grabbed her hand. We had a feeling, more like we were sure, that they would take us to Mežciems and there was no hope of salvation. And when the firing squad in front of us threw up their rifles, I thought that they would kill us right there and then. There is no moment of my life more terrifying than this. My panicked mind was pulsing with just one thought: 'I don't want to die!...I only lived twelve years in this world…As soon as I'll hear the Latvian command to fire, I will drop instantly and pretend to be dead…I just need to make it in time… Make it in time…'
And there were no shots. Apparently, the murderers were just practicing. I had an insane urge – to run or just roll off the wall, in order to hide somewhere in the stone corridors. I almost stepped on the edge, but turned around just in case…And understanding that there was no way they wouldn't see me, I hid back into the silent rows. At the same time, there was a search in the Ghetto. The police were digging through the tents, shooting at piles of stuff, beds, climbing into attics, looking into every dark corner.
But where was my mom?! I was desperately looking for her, pushing through the standing people, shouting, calling her name, but she did not respond. 'Mom! Mommy!' Absolute silence. Suddenly an order is heard.
"Medical personnel! Doctors, medical workers with families – five steps forth!
Around sixty or maybe eighty step out and form a row. My legs also took me forward. But what do I do? I have to stick to someone. But whom? Who would pretend I was their son? I throw myself to one, then the other, then the third one, but they each turn away and try to send me away. No one wants to take the risk. I was almost through the whole row, without seeing anyone I knew, until I finally see madam Magid – our family's dentist. She stands there with her daughter, my age, beckons me forth.
'Here, Sema! Here! I will say that you're both my children…'
And that's how it was. We were lucky with the search. We stand there and watch with abandon, as the long row is led off to get shot. Sadly the same fate would befall my savior and her daughter."
From the recollections of Simon Shpungin "Long Way to Freedom."