The Story of a Jew
In the blackness of the darkness we were all us Jews were brought to trains with no food, no clothing, no blankets, no nothing. None of us knew what was going on and everyone was crying. We were on this train for days with the slightest morsel of food. We still didn't know where we were headed. This story is hard to tell because of these shadows of memory that are running through my head. When we got off the train a vague horror swept among us Jews, it was dark and nobody could see, the intensity of the darkness grew stronger and stronger and I was separated from my father. As my father left me he said, " everything is going to be alright, I will be back to get you, I love you". That was when I realized something was wrong. When we finally stopped walking two huge gates were opened. All of us were instructed to take off our clothes and head towards the showers. I did as I was asked. When I got to the showers they were so slippery, I almost fell. After I got out of the shower I went over to a man dressed in uniform and he gave me old dirty clothes. We all had to stand in a line and people tattooed numbers to our forearms, my number was 234521. After that I was separated from my mother and taken to a cabin. Inside of the cabin we
I could only pray that I still had enough energy to do the jobs I was given. We repeated that process everyday at this time, and then we were given a tiny morsel of bread, but nothing to drink. I cried for hours and hours, but then I thought to my self I am alive and that's a good thing. I heard many noises that night and as I looked over my bunk there were three enormous rats, I tried not to scream in fear of getting in trouble, so I held it in. I got home and found out my parents and sisters where no longer alive. We began talking more and more, but soon enough she became to weak to work so she was taken to the pit. Soon enough, some one opened the door and said, " lets get you out of here. As days grew on, I grew weaker and weaker. Role call happened and then we were given our jobs, no food was given out that day. I came up to a circular pit, this was called the fire pit, if you look to weak or you don't do what you are told they will throw you in there to die. Also, I have children of my own and I hope that nothing like this ever happens to them. One day no one woke us up for role call, no voices came from outside only gunshots. I let it last in hopes it would seem like more and I would become full. The next morning we were given our bread and this time a little bowl of soup. Years later I grew up telling children and their parents about my story hoping that it will help people treat eachother with respect.
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