Gattaca
`Adversity brings out the best and worst in us
Jewish forced to control ranks
Internal monologue of jewish person who had an acquaintance with an SIS
It seemed years ago that I was brought to this camp, brought to a life without my family, a life where I only cared for myself, a life where I was not truly living. It seemed I lived in this camp my whole life, it was hard to remember that it had only been 5 months.
Each day is the same, a constant reminder that our lives have been changed forever. I trust no one here and no one trusts me, we wake up, we work, we stay out of trouble, we get our tiny ration of bread and watery soup and we hope to live to see the next day. It has taken the events of the holocaust to bring out the bad and the good in people. Each morning, these thoughts go through my head and each morning I can’t help but feel sorry for myself but each morning I drag myself out of this bed and I go through hell like every other day. I give myself 2 more minutes before I have the strength to leave the thin mattress they call a bed. As soon as I allow myself to open my eyes, I am no longer in my own world where silence takes over; I am thrown into the chaotic reality where the Germans voices pierce my ears. From here, it is a daily routine until it is once again time to lay down and sleep away the nightmares of our life.
I woke this morning to the screams of the Germans and the hunger pains in my stomach. Like a robot, I changed into my work clothes and marched over to the end of my bunk to be ticked off. No matter how many times I go through this routine, my heart still pounds as the officers march closer to me. I could feel the beating of my heart through my chest with each step the officer took. I tune into autopilot mode and answer the questions I’m thrown the same way I answer them every morning, the same way everyone is expected to answer. It is through these abusive questions that my hate of German officers became apparent to
Jewish forced to control ranks
Internal monologue of jewish person who had an acquaintance with an SIS
It seemed years ago that I was brought to this camp, brought to a life without my family, a life where I only cared for myself, a life where I was not truly living. It seemed I lived in this camp my whole life, it was hard to remember that it had only been 5 months.
Each day is the same, a constant reminder that our lives have been changed forever. I trust no one here and no one trusts me, we wake up, we work, we stay out of trouble, we get our tiny ration of bread and watery soup and we hope to live to see the next day. It has taken the events of the holocaust to bring out the bad and the good in people. Each morning, these thoughts go through my head and each morning I can’t help but feel sorry for myself but each morning I drag myself out of this bed and I go through hell like every other day. I give myself 2 more minutes before I have the strength to leave the thin mattress they call a bed. As soon as I allow myself to open my eyes, I am no longer in my own world where silence takes over; I am thrown into the chaotic reality where the Germans voices pierce my ears. From here, it is a daily routine until it is once again time to lay down and sleep away the nightmares of our life.
I woke this morning to the screams of the Germans and the hunger pains in my stomach. Like a robot, I changed into my work clothes and marched over to the end of my bunk to be ticked off. No matter how many times I go through this routine, my heart still pounds as the officers march closer to me. I could feel the beating of my heart through my chest with each step the officer took. I tune into autopilot mode and answer the questions I’m thrown the same way I answer them every morning, the same way everyone is expected to answer. It is through these abusive questions that my hate of German officers became apparent to