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On Easter Sunday, 1943, when all resistance from the Warsaw Ghetto had been crushed, the holiday crowds on their way from Mass 'pushed through the streets to catch sight of Warsaw's newest spectacle Batteries of artillery were set up in Nonwiniarska Street, from which the Germans kept up a steady barrage against the ghetto. And everywhere the flame, and the stench of roasting human flesh. The sight was awesome—and exciting. From time to time a living torch would be seen crouched on a window sill and then leaping through the air. Occasionally one such figure caught in some obstruction and hung there. The spectators would shout to the German riflemen, 'Hey, look over there! no, over there!' As each figure completed its gruesome trajectory, the crowds cheered' (Alexander Donat, 'Our Last Days In The Warsaw Ghetto').
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