The train slowed. My heart hammered. how can this be happening. The gates opened with a groan. Peeking through the split wood, I willed my eyes to cut through the thick, foreboding fog. As we inched closer I could make out the word on the arch, above the gate. My blood ran cold, and my face paled. As I turned to face the car of women and children, I gathered my courage.
"Juliana, what is it? Child speak!" My mother commanded.
"We have arrived." I spoke much to calmly for the situation.
"Where?!" 3 women asked simultaneously.
"Auschwitz."
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Out of the Ashes I: Surviving the Storm
Ficción históricaJuliana and Isaac became friends when accidentally discovering a hole in the wall separation my their neighborhoods. They exchange letters, getting to know each other and eventually falling in love. Arian-Jewish tensions rise, and the lovebirds are...
