The next morning they called my cell and my mothers/brothers cell to tell us we were moving camps since we’ve showed dedication to the germans. It was a much smaller group then the first one and only about 50-80 people per car were in there this time. This time people were throwing bread at us like we were wild animals from a circus. Every little bit of food we would get made everyone go crazy. People would fight over the crumbs even the smallest ones. This ride felt longer, colder, and lonier then the first one did. I could tell from the weather outside it was starting to change to winter. I wasn’t happy about that and the memories it would bring me. I tired to go to sleep so i wouldn’t be so dead when we arrive at the new place even though i wish i was at this point sometimes. I want to see my father or something of him to know he is okay. I looked around to see body’s that didn’t look like people. The people i saw looked dead, unfilled, and empty as i did. They say the eyes are the door to your soul but all i saw was horror when i looked into theres and nothing else. I looked in my mother eyes and saw nothing but lost hope in this world we live in. As the little bit of sunlight i could see i could tell we were at the next camp. Once we were allowed out i saw the sun. I looked at the other people walking out the box car and i felt sick to my stomach. We had to go take showers and get cleaned up. This place felt cleaner then the last one. I hoped to be paired with my mother but if not then i would live. I saw this one girl who reminded me of alice from behind with a german guy. I wanted to scream but i know i couldn't or i’d get killed. The long blonde hair just make me think of her so much that i started crying. Even if it was her would she recognize me. Would she remember who i am? Would she run away or stay?
-Sofia
