December 7th 1940,
The stench is getting worse on here. I am also exhausted. I try to avoid drinking water, despite the fact I can feel how chapped my lips are because I am saving the water I wish to drink for my grandmother and little brother. My brother and grandmother are in much more need to drink than me. My little brother can get sick easier than me and my grandmother needs to keep her strength up as I know what happens when you get off the train and you are weak. They kill you on the spot. I play with my little brothers hair looking up at the night sky I would do anything to get out of here, with my family members of course. I miss my mother and father so much. The way mother would sing to me when I struggled to sleep with all the bombs going off, the way that father would make me feel positive despite the odds been against us. I miss them so, so much and I do not know when I will be seeing them again. If I even get to again. I heard rumours that we're been sent to Sobibor a Death Camp.
I hope it is just rumours. People say when you get there the SS show no mercy they force you out of the train, snatch your belongings and then split you and your family up depending on age, looks, gender and anything else where they may feel you are different to them. I'm finding myself questioning if the people who die are lucky. They don't have to live through the horrid situations people who are forced to work through are. I have even heard that they starve you and ration the water as though we are some types of animals. What did we the Jews do to deserve this? I would never wish this on anyone. I find myself wondering if the Nazi's know what they are doing is wrong. They can't surely think killing... No slaughtering is normal. I hope the poor people that have lost their lives did not have to suffer that their ends were quick and painless. I can't help but think of them sat struggling, choking and trying their hardest to stay alive and been in pain. I dread to think of the ways they have made fellow Jews suffer. I just hope they found the light. That they are now away from all the pain and that they feel they are free.
I hope nobody is made to watch their cruel and wicked deeds. And these monsters think God is going to allow them entrance to go to Heaven and they think we are in the wrong because this Hitler person put it in their heads. How could one man make us all look so bad?
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