Prologue: The Hidden Letter

Two people walk up onto a large hill. On one side of the hill was the ordinary night they were in, but only they knew what was on the other side...

“We have to make sure nobody in our family ever finds it,” says the woman.

They look behind them to make sure nobody’s looking.

“Good,” she said.

They quickly buried a secret box.

It had a letter in it.

This letter would tell the truth about the Holocaust being real.

They didn’t want that for their child.

They didn’t believe it, and they didn’t want their little child believing in such horrid things.

Even as German Jews themselves, they still refused to believe that their ancestors had been survivors of the Holocaust. They thought it was a piece of junk, even with evidence from the woman’s living parents who were some of the youngest to survive.

“A person told me that my parents were wrong,” the woman said. “Then my parents called her a Holocaust-denier. I don’t believe them though, I believe her more.”

“Why?” the man asked.

“Because my parents never cared about what I thought, and they eventually killed her.”

“I thought that was an accident.”

“Accident or not, they still killed her,” said the woman. “This is what becomes of killing my friend. I shall never believe them about the Holocaust ever again.”

The man didn’t really know what to say, but he went along with it anyway. He had been born in a country that knew nothing about the Holocaust, so he didn’t believe it either.

“I will not let my little children growing up believing in this junk, they shall never know,”she said. “Even if that means private school.”

“If you insist,” said the man.

They then ran back home, not wanting to ever look at that worthless letter again.