Holocaust

Agony
Hello to the person that is reading this. I must confess that I feel lucky that THEY permitted me to write. You might be asking who am I, don’t you? Well I’m a person. Not a piece of garbage like THEY think. Once I had a family just like yours, we had a house, a dog, a park, we were living in Germany. Our life was just like yours, we lived in a calm atmosphere working, studying andenjoying life. You might be also thinking what the reason for which I’m writing this is and I’m answering your question right now: I want to tell you my so that you see what the reality of the things is.
I was taking dinner with my Jewish Family in my house when somebody started knocking on the door with rudeness. We know what the situation of Germany was, and that the fascist side of the country wasturning very radical. Fascists were kidnapping every single Jewish living in here. I saw through the eye of the door and saw nothing but the symbol of the Nazi: the swastika. I told my family to run but it was too late. Our time has come. They capture us (me, my wife, and my 2 sons) and hit us with a piece of wood in the head. Since that moment I remember nothing but the wood hitting my head. I thenwoke up in the middle of a “train” if can call it like this because it was more like a jail in which the people from the circus carry the poor elephants. Wood, wood, and people. That was all I saw. Oh and a recipient that have water inside. How much? As much to feed 5 people and we were 50. Chaos spread to all the passengers of the train and they all began fighting for water. In the middle of thefight, someone kick me in my head and I fell unconscious. When I woke up we were still on the train. I asked how much time have we been on that nasty jail and people answer me that 3 days have passed. I look around to look after my children and I find one of them (the one that was 6 years old) talking with a Jewish girl. A feeling of happiness spread all over my heart and make me feel different,watching my son talking with a girl in a very happy way give me hope, it make me remember when I was a child. My son changed the way in which I saw that horrible situation that we were having. Meanwhile there’s happiness, hope will always stay in our hearts. The rest of the trip was “calmed” until we arrive to another Nazi station. In there, we all start asking for food and water but THEY give usnothing. I still don’t understand how a person can be so cruel. How can someone see a child starving and don’t do anything. That’s a feeling that goes beyond cruelness. Anyway they gave us a piece of bread to each one which we enjoy as if it was a piece of big chocolate. And because of this reasons problems started to arrive: hungry people begin to take other people’s bread and left them with nofood. Of course everyone began to fight (I wasn’t fighting, neither my wife nor my children) and it came so extreme that there was a dead. I’m so worried right now. How am I supposed to explain was has happened to a kid of 6 years old? Well he didn’t take it the right way. He begin to cry immediately and stay like that for at least two hours. After this he didn’t say a word until we arrive to theconcentration camp. My other son was 16, mature enough to understand death.
Concentration camp was awful. We had pieces of wood as beds. We couldn’t wash ourselves so everything was disgusting.
After two days of arriving, people from the camp had explained us the rules from the camp, and if we broke them, we would be in serious trouble. The 3 day, we were talking my wife and I of how to managethis properly with the kids and some guards arrive and say that every single child should go with them. You can’t imagine the feeling that I had in that moment: it was a combination of fear, sadness and anger. THEY take my two sons to a part I didn’t know. I couldn’t stay doing nothing meanwhile my children were in danger so I scape with the more caution from the house and went to look after my...