Concentration Camps: A Short Story

Hey Yanek! I haven’t talked to you since the third concentration camp, which really isn’t a good thing but I just wanted to catch up with you. Some of the people at my other camp were telling me that the Americans were getting closer day by day, but I didn’t believe them. But then they came! I was crying, screaming and jumping all around! Then the Nazi guards told us to go back to our bunks and said that this will end quickly. Shortly after that, we heard a loud bang on the door and somebody yelled “OPEN UP”. We all hesitated and finally did and it was the Americans.

Someone told me that you had to go to ten different Concentration Camps! When I heard that I didn’t believe it but then I saw it on the frontlines of the paper. How did you do
it? I was so scared for you when you left camp three with me. You were really the only person I trusted since my sister ratted me out saying I stole her bread (which I didn’t). But you were always so shy to everybody. Even when they asked you if you wanted their leftover food, you’d politely say no. I always admired your kindness, even through probably the worst time of your life, you never complained.

Back where I’m from, you’re a hero. TEN camps. Normal people would never have been able to do that, but somehow you did. You beat the odds, you showed the Nazis that you couldn’t be broken and that you were always the toughest one out their. I hope that you’ve been well since. I have, I’ve gotten married and planning on having kids soon.