In memory of my granfather and grandmother (Antoni Kulik & Stanislawa Chiemelewska),who with their five children were deported to Russia on February 10th 1940, I have recently completed a short family history. Here is a short extract, as remembered by my father Bogdan Kulik... "I remember the death of my cousin Edek (Lipinski). It happened at night as our train crossed the Russian Ural Mountains. I was lying next to him on one of the planks that served as bunks, feet to feet - as we all were - trying to keep each other warm. Suddenly I woke with a start and, as I did so, I noticed that he felt cold. Concerned, I woke my mother but she told me he was just asleep and I ought to do the same. A short while later I awoke again, still cold - he was dead.My cousin had died and no one had known or noticed. "When the train came to a halt, I climbed down and there I saw a sight that remains with me today. Stacked up between the carriages, on the crossovers between each waggon, were bodies - dead Poles, frozen solid. Sledges then appeared to take the bodies away to God knows where. This place was called Ufa...."