“Szifra Joseph? The daughter of Avram Joseph, the uniform magnate?” “Yes,” I said. “She speaks quite good English.” “She’s the beautiful girl with the blond hair?” “I saw her cozying up to a guard on the street the other day,” said the man across the room. “She should be careful.” “I doubt she was cozying up.” “Ask her,” Ringelblum said. “Ask her?” “We are creating a three-dimensional portrait of everyone’s activities, everyone’s survival,” Ringelblum said. “We are not painting some fanciful portrait of the last of the Polish Jews. We are telling the truth.”
