White walls. Needles. Pain.
Ben gasped and sat up. A doctor was poking and prodding Ben's leg.
"Ow!"
"Sei leise Kind," snapped the doctor.
Ben shut up. He had heard stories about the Camp Doctors. Rumor has it they just killed the patient. He shivered and lied back down.
A few hours later Benjamin woke up to screaming. He shot up, looking around wildly for the source.
"Nein! Töte mein Baby nicht! Nein! WARUM? Warum hast du mein Baby getötet, er war harmlos!" screamed a woman.
A baby? The Nazis murdered a baby in front of its mother...he sunk back down onto his hard bed. Benjamin felt numb inside. He missed Leff.
Oh Leff, what will I do without you? he thought miserably. Ben sunk down, feeling defeated.
"Hallo? Benjamin? Bist du da?" Who was that?
"Wer bist du? Was willst du von mir?"
"I am a survivor looking for Ben," said the voice in English.
"I no En-ish. German yes," said Benjamin.
"Entschuldigung, kennst du Hebräisch? oder Jiddisch?" asked the person.
"Ja, Hebräisch, nein Jiddisch." Ben knew Hebrew but he didn't speak it. It was verboten.
"Atah yode'ah at mah ani omer?"
Benjamin knew what he said, "Ken. Ma shame'cha?"
"Ha shame sheli Phil," said Phil.
Phil was a short man and very much overweight. His rusty colored hair was messy and his pond scum green eyes were dull.
"Ich möchte, dass du jemanden Ben triffst, sein Name ist Schindler," Phil switched back to German.
"Schindler? der Fabrikbesitzer?"
"Ja," Phil replied.
Schindler...was Ben really going to be free?
YOU ARE READING
I'm Coming Home
Ficción históricaBenjamin has survived so far. His parents murdered, his siblings shipped away, he has no one. The question is, will Ben survive the rest of the war? Will he too be murdered or shipped away never to be heard from again?
