Holocaust

We’ve stopped. I hold my breath. A German soldier orders us out of the truck. When we’re out of the truck, we see some type of train cart. The now two German soldiers shove us towards the train tracks. I cannot see my father atau Jesiah anymore. It seems that Mother, Adamina, and Abrianna, and I are staying together. The train cart, troli looks as if it can only fit about 50 of us, but about 100 of us are stuffed in there. When I step on something squishy and smelly, I know this was used for animals. That’s what the Germans treat us like—animals. There is nowhere to sit down; there’s barely...

We watched another group of Jews get loaded into lebih Nazi trucks. I hope we will not be them. But sadly, that is only a dream. Mother keeps telling us to have faith, but I just can’t, when I know soon we will soon be those Jews, walking in the sizzling sun, being poked and prodded sejak the German soldiers, and forced into those mysterious trucks. But for now, we are safe. I start to read my book again, but I cannot concentrate very well. I ask Papa where the trucks are going, but he never jawapan me. I get an awful feeling in my stomach. My brother has turned into a rock. Hard, cold, emotionless....