1939 [On Hold/Editing]

September 3rd, 1939

We found a town today. Mama forced me to stay in the woods.

"If I don't come back in an hour," she said, deadly serious, "then keep going without me, drogi." Her comment kept replaying in my head. What if she didn't come back? What if she was captured? What if I was captured and they used me to find Mama? I paced around and finally calmed down some. I stuck my hands in my pockets and found something hard. A knife.

Minutes later, I had made a crude bow with some arrows. Back in Wieluń, I never had to hunt, but my father would with my brother. I used to watch him, and it would horrify me, watching them kill the poor animals.

But things have changed. The bread was almost gone, and we needed something to eat. I kill a couple of birds, and gag while I am cleaning them. I cook one with a fire I made, and then hungrily eat it with a chunk of bread.

"Drogi! Put out that fire! People will get curious! I was stopped by the Nazis, and they questioned me. I played dumb though, and it worked." Mama runs up to me.

"Mama!" I hug her. "Did you get food?" I asked.

"Yes, but I see you can hunt!" She laughs. It was good to see her laugh after two days of frowning and crying.

We rested some more and ate, and then started walking again. The sun went down, and Mama and I stopped for a while. I hear twigs breaking and leaves crunching. There must be an animal. The noise kept getting closer.

"Mama?" I whisper.

"Those stupid Polish schweine." I hear someone say.

"Mama!" I shake her. "They're here! The Nazis are here!"

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