Tad POV
Dear Edlin,
Good news: we got off the train.
Bad news: let me see,
1. I don't know where I am.
2. The soldiers looked through our stuff but it's all good because I had paper and a pencil in my pants pocket.
3. I don't know where Ada is.
4. I'm still sick.
But that was a week ago. Let me tell you this Edlin, you are lucky not to be a Jew. Because guess what? We're not even being relocated.
I'm at a camp right now.
A big camp.
With men and women and children separated into groups who can work and those who cannot. I wear blue and white striped pants and shirt. I don't even get called by my name anymore. My name here is J4210188. What kind of camp is this....?
And I have to work all day long with no time to play. But the worst part is where I have to stay. The women and children are supposed to be together, but one of the workers must have been blind or something, because he thought that I was a teenager.
Let me explain this to you Edlin, I a ten year old boy, that is short for his age is mistaken for a tennager that is more than 3 years older. The problem with that is that we sleep together, work together, eat together, and shower together.
Believe me, when I get out of this place I will never look at teenage boys the same. I also met someone called Wolfgang.
He has a sister just like me, but she is younger than him. I told him that as long as she is younger than Ada, Ada might take care of her.
Discrimination is even among the Jews here. On the first day that I have food here, i tried to sit at the end of a table but before I even got a chance to sit down one of the older boys was fast to say " you can't sit with us".
I felt so embarrassed that I got up and placed myself and my bowl of watery soup on the floor.
Edlin, throughout the letters that I try to send, I will make up a list of what to be thankful for.
Number 1: thank god you don't have to eat potato with water as a meal 2 times a day.
-tad who is kinda grossed out right now
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Dear Edlin
Historical FictionSeparated from his best friend, trapped in the cattle cars ready to bring him to his death, Tad has never had much good luck. Using his humorous voice to bring reality to his only listener, Tad writes Edlin letters throughout his journey. :/For Edli...
