Destination: Auschwitz

What does freedom mean to you ?.

Pardon me I better introduce myself before I tell you my story. My name is Annabel, I live in south Germany and I belong to a Jewish family. The thing is I'm not Jewish because I'm adopted but I go with their religion. Anyway, I'm fourteen and World War Two just broke out. My parents won't let me go outside. I wish I could ride my bike. Draw with chalk, play hopscotch. But I can't. Schools been out and everyone in my neighborhood hasn't came out. My parents won't tell me why exactly no one is out but I have a bad feeling about it. My parents put black curtains in all of our windows and hid the door to the cellar with a rug. Our cellar has a very distinct smell kinda like dust but I can't exactly explain it to you. It has stone walls and floors and is filled with food and drinks. I'm not even sure why we have it. It's always cold down there, and it's really dark and creepy. I hate it. My parents locked all the doors and windows and told me to go down to the cellar immediately. I was scared because I could see the fear in their eyes and hear it in their voices. They were whispering as if someone was inside the house that wasn't supposed to be.