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May 30th 1940,

We peeled the vegetables for supper in silence, mother and I little Aaron on the floor playing with his little cloth he used as a teddy. Father sat reading a newspaper. One sent to his work from Britain. You are probably wondering why we are so quiet. The newspaper speaks of a death camp been built in Poland but also they have started to gather people in the night at late hours when we are asleep, peacefully in bed there are bangs on doors saying all Jews must pack their stuff, that they have five, or ten minutes depending on their age and then must report outside for work. It appears our worst fear is becoming true. I look to mother and she rests her hand on my shoulder as though she is telling me everything will be alright. I wish I could believe her.

Suddenly the air raid siren goes off. Thank fully father built us a little shelter. But it still surprises me and I worry about the Nazi's finding us and shooting us all for finding safety, mother gets me to carry the candles and father picks up our run away items while mother holds Aaron. We rush to the shelter and get in quick, father putting the lock on and as much sand bags and metal as possible I guess he is also feeling the Nazi's will try and round Jews up after.

But thankfully it didn't, all of us ended up falling asleep our gas masks attached to our faces. We just want to be safe.

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