A Jew's life in Auschwitz.

My short childhood in Poland.

    Ahhh, yes, here I am, telling you MY story. Have you ever heard the saying, "It's a crazy time to be alive." If you really think it is, listen to this.....

    Imagine this, It was May 5 1935. I emerged from my mother's womb, I saw light for the first time, it wasn't a very pleasant experience.

    Futher on, two months later, my father left to work in a cole mine, under nazi supervision, he would work day and night, he would get payed very little, and he would still have to pay the taxes, including giving away our rations, which were very little, he could barely feed my brother and I. He would get a bit of bread every night. Unfortunately in the next few weeks, we would find out he passed away during his work, his COD was *starved to death*, but since the nazis were so secretive, my mother took an oath to find out how he actually died, since my father was out of the picture, and my brother was 15 years old, he was sent into the army and fought as a medic.

     I'm going to skip a few years because nothing interesting happened besides the point I grew up a bit. I'm now 3 years old, today's my birthday actually, I learnt to speak a bit by now, I've mastered walking and running, I've learnt to cook for myself since my mother is always gone, she became a journalist in the past few months. I didn't like this change but it had to happen. There's been a saying in my town, that the soldiers will return soon, that means my brother, I can't wait, until then, I shall bake a cake for myself. Today was boring, I received a muffin from my next door neighbor whom checks on me sometimes, a very nice lady she is.

     Two weeks later, I receive a letter stating that my brother had gone missing, saying that he probably deserted the battlefield. I honestly couldn't believe it, but I can't even start to imagine what he'd been through. Right after I read the letter I heard a knock, as I went up to open the door, as I went I started thinking who it could be, since my neighbour was taken prisoner for not paying her taxes. I open the door and I saw my mother and two nazi soldiers behind her, she explained to me that she'd been taken prisoner for stealing confidential files for an interview of her's, she also explained that she demanded to see me one last time since she wasn't going to be released very soon, as I said my farewells, she started crying, so I shut the door because I couldn't stand the crying. Then as I was about to sit down, I hear another knock, It was a nazi officer telling me my house was repossessed by the germans and that I would have to live in an orfange that was located in Germany.