The Roundup Monologue

On July 15th, 1942, someone slips under the door of our apartment a sheet of paper that said : the "night will be very hot" it was the announcement the roundup would be the next following day. The same day, in the afternoon came my friend Gilbert and as always he brought a basket with fruit and some vegetables. He explained to my grandfather and mom that the roundup would be for the next following day the 16 that it was necessary to hide and take all feasible precautions, also explained that his dad would pass to collect the "basket" that was us at the end of the afternoon of the 16. Mom decided we should sleep together, although my grandfather had hoped that we were safe because we were French in addition, it believed that they wouldn't
You could hear all kinds of screams, the police rushing to the people, the men calling and asking not to bring their wives and children, and it was a great deal of confusion during more than one hour. You could hear the racing of the people on the stairs, the cries of children and suddenly there was a profound silence in our building. All the noise had ceased, there was a deep silence. Lia has fallen asleep in my arms, and I couldn't move in our hideout, and so the hours passed slowly. Every hour until my hiding place, I could hear the chimes of the wall clock that was in the living room of our apartment. Finally, Leah woke up and I got out of the hiding place without making noise to see how it was Jacob in the high part of the piano. I saw that was okay and told him he had to make no noise. We couldn't move. Jacob without saying anything decided to go to the living room and brought me the photographs of father, mother and grandfather, Nanou which I take off from their frameworks and kept it in my backpack and are the only memory of our family that we could save. And are the only reminders of our family