~Last night, I was watching Band Of Brothers and they had these scenes were
they were liberating a concentration camp and I was totally blown away. To
tell the truth, although this is a passionate subject for me, I was always
too scared to see footage of the camp and I didn't think that Band Of
Brothers would make it that..horrifying.
Anyways, you guys would probably much rather read the rest of the story
then hear me blabber, so here it is.
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October 10, 1942
Almost half the people are gone. This is bad, real bad.
January 1, 1943
I skipped Hanukah and Christmas because I didn't see the point. I've
skipped all the other holidays, why write for those? Another year has flown
by. So fast....
January 10, 1943
I regret that I will have to leave out all the details of the most
important event in my life, but I must. If you are found then all will be
The Nazis are going to deport the rest of us soon if we don't do anything.
Uncle Yizhak and a lady named Tizvio are organizing a secret plan.
Everybody is in it. I have met two new friends, Ingeline and her brother,
Rene. Their parents had died in the ghettos a year ago Ingeline is very
nice and the same age too, while Rene tends to be a bit more on the
protective side. They remind me so much of Aaron and Miriam...
We had met through a meeting in which we made our plans to fight back. I
have said too much.
January 13, 1943
Here's the plan. We have gotten hold of arms through the help from Joseph's
family and a lot of other resistance workers.
When the Nazis come, we must fight back. Not for our lives, but for our
dignity. We know we'll not win. So that the world will see that we, the
Jews are not cowards.
January 16, 1943
The Nazis came today, thinking of another victory. Ha, weren't they
surprised when a bunch of 'worthless' Jews fired right back! We managed to
kill several of their soldiers. They'll be back soon.
January 20, 1943
They came again today, this time with more men. We managed to make them
retreat again but I fear the next time will not be as easy. We also lost 2
of our own.
November 11, 1945
This shall be my last entry. This diary has too much pain and suffering in
it for me to possibly write another.
As expected, we lost. The Nazis came in the next week to set the
entire ghettos on fire. Ingeline did not survive. She along with the
buildings were set aflame. Uncle Yizhak and Tzvia were shot. Aunt Becca
must have died, for I know nothing concerning her whereabouts.
In the midst of all the chaos Joseph managed to catch my attention. He had,
beneath all the rubble made a small hidden tunnel so we escaped.
I have no one in the world now. Where will I live? I am currently living
with Joseph and his family, but I cannot forever. When will all this
What more greater horrors await us in the future? But I must not think such
thoughts. Instead, I must count my blessings. Think of all those
unfortunate people who were sent to the work camps.
The Germans, who hate us so simply because they were brainwashed by
the servant of the devil himself whose promises were fulfilled, but at the
expense of others. If it weren't for the evidence, people would probably
think that this was all a haunting story. Even thought I have lived and
survived what is known as the holocaust, my words could not yet describe
it. No one in any language would ever be able to fully describe the horrors
I have seen. I feel as if my soul is burning up along with them.
Then there are the courageous men and women of the resistance.
Angels, every one of them.
And those who did not survive- may their voices not be silent. May
their stories be heard, and their spirits be remembered.
For the last two years, I had been running and hiding from the Nazis
unti I met up with Rene again in Italy. He too, escaped but not before he
saw the burning of his sister. A memory that will scar his heart forever.
Rene and I are going to be married next year.
That is all.
Now dear friend, it's goodbye for the last time.
I have lived though many things many people can not imagine beyond their
wildest imaginations. These things have left scars, something that shall
never disappear. The locket and my gown is the only thing I still own that
contains traces of my family's once existance.
Life is something very precious, Please do not take what you have already
for granted. I and many others have learned it the hard way.
Today, I am 80 years old, and that was my story.
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