Today we have been in Germany two days, and are back to our old names, after been able to go back to Holland for the weekend, and then back to Germany. So here we all are, back at square one.
Mother has decided she is going to teach us all at home. While father has managed to find some work by selling vegetables to a German, who gives us a quarter of the amount. It's not a lot of money, but it means we are able to save, and we also sneak away food from the fields, so meals are great. Potatoes, carrots, cabbage, tomatoes, parsnips and on occasion we are able to go to the small shop, and get some meat. Which of course, is a rare occasion, we do our best to not be known to the outside world.
This farm house is our little secret. At lest it is so far. Mothers birthday is soon to arrive, and I have done a painting for her of her and father, copied from a photograph taken on their wedding day.
I'm still terrified. We are able to hear the city speakers, ordering people to leave if their Jews. The fellow neighbours are also Jews. And all we can do is pray and hope God listens.
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Diary Of A Jew
Ficción históricaA young girl named Hanna is currently in nazi filled Holland, she is only thirteen but is fully aware of all the surroundings around her as well as what is happening in Poland. She confides in her diary, writing all her feelings down; This is a piec...