Madame Schachter
We were being lined up and stuffed into a boxcar of 80 people. The air and food are scarce. All the heat was unbearable. Lying down was out of the question, and we were only able to sit by deciding to take turns. It has been days since we had stopped last. Saving rations was our rule. We would save for tomorrow because tomorrow might be worse. I'm here with my youngest some Isaac who has been brave throughout this entire ordeal. My husband and two older sons, Jacob and David, were taken away by mistake to a different camp. I fear I will never see them again. On the first night of our journey I would moan in my sleep asking God why he had separated my family from me. The train has finally stopped. A man closest to the window said the sign read Kaschau. A German officer who was accompanied by a Hungarian lieutenant-interpreter who in
"Jews, look! Look through the window! Flames! Look!" As the trained stopped, everyone saw the huge flames gushing out of the tall chimney. We had learned, for a gold watch, that this was our last stop. " The doors were then closed again and we went on another journey of not knowing where we would end up. I could see the flames shooting up and the burnt flesh. Officers held electric torches and truncheons and began to strike out everyone right and left shouting "Everybody get out! Everyone out of the wagon! Quickly!" We all jumped out, me with my son holding my hand. Dusk fell and everyone started to fall asleep when I saw the fire again. During this journey I saw a fire in the corner of the boxcar, by the window. She grew silent, as the boxcar started moving again. I stay sitting in my little corner with my son stroking my hand trying to comfort me. Two men would allowed to leave the boxcar and fetch some water. A man said the sign read "Auschwitz.
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