ves. Peace for Jews was gone so was most of our lives.
             Nazis started to destroy anything that had to do with Jews, destroying churches, Jewish stores and Jewish bookstores. Some of us would go out and try to safe our businesses but that was an impossible mission. If we tried to do anything the Nazis would beat us badly, sometimes they would beat us to death. Not a pretty thing for a twenty years old guy or anybody to watch or experience. The Nazis didn't care; they wanted us gone. We would all asked ourselves, "What is it that we've done to deserve such a punishment?" But there were no answer only pain. We would manage to get up and go home and pray for this to be over soon others were too weak or old too get up and move and hope for someone to help them get up and take them home. Since most of the businesses were destroyed one of them included my father's clinic, he decided to open one at our house since we had a big space we didn't use. We were also force to leave school and had no rights to anything but to wait for the Nazis to do what they wanted to do with us.
             Couple of months before the Nazis invaded us, my parents received a letter from the Polands advising them to pack their most valuable belongings and move out of Germany. Rumors were that great horror and suffering was to take place against all Jews. My mother was concerned about the letter and wanted to move out of the country as soon as possible, but my father kept insisting that its was a terrible joke someone was playing on us therefore he decided to keep living in Germany and to continue our lives the way we were living it. One night as we were eating dinner we heard a loud crash of glass. We all jump out of the table and my father and I decided to see what was it. It was a piece of rock someone threw at our window and the rock had a note stating "WE HATE JUDES." My father and I looked at each other then he hugged me and told ...