Henry Mikols was born and raised in Poland. He grew up as a Roman Catholic. Henry grew up in a poor family, as his father was in the silent movie business. Henry had big dreams, weather it was going to America and see all of the movies as he was influenced by great actors at the time such as Charlie Chaplin and Woodrow Wilson, this is why Henry wants to come to the Americas. Henry and his father liked watching the Polish Air force fly their planes doing all of these fancy acrobatic moves. On day, Henry and his father went to the top of the roof to watch the planes to the tricks, all of the German planes fly by making these gigantic noises, both of them saw that the Germans were bombing the field that was by their house. As the Germans took over his town, they took over his house as well and they were told to move out to his father’s sister’s house. From there he went to the store to get some groceries for his family when he had been stopped by a German officer and took henry to a train station to a farm, this would be the last time he would see any of his family. While on the farm, he was being mistreated by being hit and yelled at. From there, he was sent to Brukenvar, one of many concentration camps, because he was taken by German officers for talking poorly about the German government. In the experiments he was involved with the typhoid pills. The German scientists would slip them the pills in their lunch which would be a thick potato salad. Many of the kids in this experiment died, but Henry did not, because of a German scientist would give him a separate pill. This pill would save his life. Eventually the war had ended and Henry followed his dream about going to New York. Henry wrote several letters to New York about his experience that he had during this time in his life, this would let Henry travel to America for free to talk about all of this. He stayed in America as became a carpenter and would eventually become an architect. Henry settled down in New Hampshire with his wife and his daughter.
“We had to sleep like a hearings, legs between legs, the floors were deplorable, and even then we would have a sense of humor, and we set up a line across the walls and whoever won, got a pack of cigerettes”
“I joked with my friend, I hope they serve it to Adolf on a platter” he was talking about the typhoid pills.
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