I received food today, it's just a little ration from this woman called Eve. There's nothing special, its just payment for playing with the men in the barracks, been happening since I was 4. I'm 10 now, I don't know any better.
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I received food today, half the ration from yesterday, It's only very little—I fought back. My darkened chin and purple-ish eyes are throbbing—I'm enduring them for my younger brothers.
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I received water today, half the glass, I was saved by Eve. She saw me escaping the tiny room next to the synagogue. It was scary but I've gotten used to it, I've no feelings anymore. The tiny room where I usually play with the men and dance for them.
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I received flowers today, it's a special day. Eve and my younger brothers surrounded me and showered me with love. It's my funeral. I couldn't say it's totally a funeral, I'm just buried here in the soil next to my parents. I'm here because I tried escaping again, I was pulled, strangled and tortured terribly well—I think I was drowned.
— 𝘰𝘱𝘩𝘦𝘭𝘪𝘢 𝘯𝘪𝘨𝘩𝘵𝘪𝘯𝘨𝘢𝘭𝘦 —
