Today is June 29, 1942. My sister, Lisa, and I have been planning to escape the Slonim ghetto once and for all. Staying in this ghetto any longer will surely mean death. Death by starvation, death by murder, death by poor health, death by one's own will... it doesn't matter. Death is inevitable in this world.
Life as a Jew wasn't always like this though. Five years ago I lived as the Christians did. I went to school, had hopes and dreams, and had a loving family just like all the Christian people of my age did. The only differences between them and myself were our beliefs.
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Sweet Dreams
Short StoryI used to dream of my family and all the things I love in this world. I used to dream of being able to do whatever I wanted. In those dreams, I was content and free. Free........ it's funny how that is now a foreign word to me. No more sweet dreams...
