The Barbakow family used to live in a Belarusian village, in the north, called Druya. This was before the Second World War. They had a windmill next to the Daugava river, as far as we know they made flour, so we believe they had to bake bread with that flour sometimes.
Some years before the war, Jaim Barbakow (my great-grandfather) headed to Argentina because his mother, Zisle, did not want him to join the army. Some people in my family (including my mother and grandmother), say that Zisle went to an army building to take Jaim home, and then, just to be sure he was not going to the army again, she put him on the first ship they could, and, this ship was heading to Argentina. Jaim left the rest of his family behind, his parents and siblings, and they faced the war.
Monus, the brother of my great-grandfather, Jaim, was in jail by the time the Holocaust started. Haia, his sister had to get food to him. So, she went every day to the jail to bring him food, until someone from the jail (we believe a guard) told her that she should not return to Druya because the Nazis had arrived there. Haia did not return until many decades later with the purpose of building a monument in honour of those who died during the war.
During the war, Haia became a partisan. She had a really important role, she carried guns and supplies for the partisans. I am not sure in which area they were, but I know she had to carry the weapons through a city. And yes, she did, she carried guns on public transport, in front of policemen. She did it thanks to the bread, she hid the guns in a basket where she also carried bread, pretending to be selling the bread. When the war ended she moved to Israel.