Warsaw, [no day of the month specified] November 1949. Irena Skonieczna (MA), acting as a member of the Main Commission for the Investigation of German Crimes in Poland, interviewed the person named below, who testified as follows:
| Name and surname | Stanisława Granat, née Daszkowska |
| Date and place of birth | 30 March 1891, Warsaw |
| Parents’ names | Piotr and Agata, née Kryst |
| Father’s profession | varnisher |
| Citizenship and nationality | Polish |
| Religion | Roman Catholic |
| Education | elementary school, 3 classes |
| Occupation | seamstress |
| Place of residence | Warsaw, Czerniakowska Street 150, flat 12 |
| Criminal record | none |
When the Warsaw Uprising broke out, I was at home at Czerniakowska Street 150. Until 14 September 1944 this area was occupied by the insurgents.
Before noon on 14 September the Germans – I think they were ordinary army units, in green uniforms – occupied our area. Around noon they started leading out the residents of our house. People from some of the buildings at Czerniakowska and Mączna streets, previously burnt down, had gathered in the basement of our house. The Germans took our group, numbering some 400 persons, or maybe more, through the ruins to Solec Street. When we were exiting the basements, they robbed us of all our valuables.
I heard that one of the residents of our house was slapped across the face by a German just because he found a watch hidden in her handbag. My brother, Bronisław Daszkowski, was robbed not only of his watch and lighter, but also of his sweater. The Germans took us along Czerniakowska Street in the direction of Agrykola Street.
At Czerniakowski Port we learned that the Germans had separated Stanisław Wielkorski from his wife. He was an employee of the electric narrow-gauge train line and was dressed in his company cap. Apparently, as I was later informed, Wielkorski was shot dead at the port.
We walked along Agrykola Street and reached aleja Szucha, where we stood and waited for some two hours. Next, in a steadily increasing crowd, we walked through Unii Square, Puławska Street and – I think – Rakowiecka Street, then over some field to St. Adalbert’s Church at Wolska Street. There we spent the night, and the next day we were transported to Pruszków.
Many of the men – from our group, too – were taken from the church in Wolska Street for work. I do not know their fate.
At this point the report was brought to a close and read out.