Ghetto Journal Entry

My life was as good as a rich doctor’s was. I was healthy, well taken care of, and had a loving father and mother. I couldn't ask for anything more. That was until one day when my life changed, and I got cooped up with a bunch of random people taken to the Ghetto. Did I have any idea what was going on at the time? Of course not. Let me tell you this, about a year later… I could tell you anything you wanted to know. The man Himself, thinking more than half of us wouldn't make it, He chose me, to have the faith to get through it.

Journal Entry #2
They have loaded us up one by one into the cattle cars. I can tell by looking around that where we are headed was not a safe area. Everybody in the cattle cars are only allowed to have one bag with
“Bread, soup - these were my whole life. I was a body. Perhaps less than that even: a starved stomach. The stomach alone was aware of the passage of time.” We’ve been put to work in the hot sun without anything to drink, and we’ve all started to get dehydrated. I’ve never felt pain like this before, and I’m sure nobody else here has either. “From that moment on, everything happened very quickly. The race toward death had begun” Days later every Jew had to wear a yellow star and more than half of them had to shave their head. Every hour and every minute, the thought, how could this be happening in a world that belongs to our God? The days are growing longer and the days are getting colder as we head into December. I remember I started to blame God one day on all of the horror. “Blessed be God's name? Why, but why would I bless Him? Every fiber in me rebelled. Because He caused thousands of children to burn in His mass graves? Because He kept six crematoria working day and night, including Sabbath and the Holy Days? Because in His great might, He had created Auschwitz, Birkenau, Buna, and so many other factories of death? How could I say to Him: Blessed be Thou, Almighty, Master of the Universe, who chose us among all nations to be tortured day and night, to watch as our fathers, our mothers, our brothers, end up in the furnaces? Praised be Thy Holy Name, for having chosen us to be slaughtered on Thine altar?” I’ve had
“We are all brothers and we are all suffering the same fate. The same smoke floats over all our heads. Help one another. It is the only way to survive. (pg. 39)” The night when we had to move from Auschwitz we were once again put into cattle cars with no roof at all. I remember the snow falling hard as ever. A few hours into our journey and we’ve reached Poland. They stopped the cattle cars and went to the back. As I was concerned for a few minutes I then realized what they were doing. They emptied out all of the corpses. My father is sitting next to me weak as ever. He was on the very top of giving up and dying right there so they could take him and throw him right with the others. They started to grab him by the thin shirt he had been wearing. I stopped the SS officer and tried to tell him he was still alive. I began to try to awake my father, but he still didn't open his eyes. Then I gave him a hard smack on the cheek, and he finally rejuvenated. The officer gave us a dirty look and began proceeding throwing away all the dead corpses. “Then the train resumed its journey, leaving in its wake, in a snowy field in Poland, hundreds of naked orphans without a tomb.” We arrived at another camp and went to our bunks. My dad was on top trying to mumble something, but I was too distracted due to being