Edlin POV
Entry 5 - (Day 8 Free Write)
October 20, 1942.
I went to school today, even though I have trouble paying attention nowadays. I can tell my grades are suffering and I may stop going to school...
I really just want to live a quiet, serene life were I won't have to deal with people picking at every little detail. I've been having these thoughts for a couple days, primarily because of a couple letter I got from Tad.
Some time ago I'd heard rumors that the Jewish families in our city weren't the only ones being "relocated".
Apparently this was happening all across Poland and Germany. Yet no one was doing anything. Maybe they thought nothing bad was happening but now I definitely know.
Tad and the rest of the Jews from his block are in a literal camp of death. Sleeping in wooden bed frames with no mattresses, constant labor, hardly eating, disease, and people getting picked off one by one like weeds.
As I read his letters describing in great detail what his current situation was, I felt like an empty void was forming in my chest.
In his letters Tad seemed like his usual, somewhat sarcastic, self and it kind of bothered me. He said he'd somehow managed to bribe a guard into sending letters to me.
Tad didn't deserve this.
Neither did any of the other Jewish people. T
hey'd done nothing wrong.
Why though? I suddenly felt very insignificant and helpless. I couldn't do anything to help him. I so desperately wanted to do something, to help him get out in anyway I could.
But i'm just a kid, so if people know...
Why aren't they doing anything..?
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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...
