A child of the age of 13 wrote a Journal about his terrible experiences during the holocaust. Yet after many years the notebook where everything was written has gone missing and torn apart. Here lies the first page of the boy’s Journal.
Day 1_____
I couldn’t believe where I was. There was no freedom. Just work and torture. There were these people holding guns and other weapons of violence, pain and oppression. “ You worthless good for nothing Jews!!!” They yelled. More harsh yells emerged from the SS officers. They didn’t even seem to serve as “officers”. They served to give commands and attempt to kill us if we weren’t doing the work or working the wrong way.
They were giving us these weird names, seemed like a random combination of and letters based off of family and location. I wasn’t really paying attention so i didn’t catch the name that was given to me. After they had given everyone a name we all stood in line and they started to call names. It was a long line and I was somewhere near the end.
Turns out that the new name I was given was SZ7551. Although this name would be hard to remember and respond to I will have to get used to it and if I don’t respond to my name it would lead the SS officers to killing me. It seems they have no regard for Jew’s whatsoever so they would most likely kill me on the spot with no hesitation.
Night fell and the beds they made us sleep in were horrible. There was no comfort. It felt as if I was sleeping on the floor. Although they gave us small blankets, the cold from outside made it feel as if there was no blanket. It was a cold, restless, uncomfortable night. I woke up in the middle of the night and I saw a few kids up to mischief. Although they were quiet it was a high chance to getting caught doing whatever they were attempting to do. All it took was the opening of a door and the person to have open a door be a SS officer. From there they would let off lightly with a brutal punishment such as a beating or public embarrassment or may even death.
Day 2______
Of this hell In the morning we were sent to an area to eat. They gave us small portions of food. They said I wasn’t a lot but it was enough to make us slaves run. Although this was only the second day being here for me and others. I hated it from the minute I stepped in. I fear this place would be the death of me. I don’t even know where my mother and father could be. I hope and pray they aren’t dead, I wish they could survive, and one day we will all make it out hole.