I am a six-year-old boy named Eli. I used to live in the ghetto Lodz, but had to take a very long journey to get where I am now, Auschwitz. When I travelled here a few months ago my parents explained to me that we had to move so the Germans could have more room. I did not want to depart from my home, my family or my friends. I was really frightened; I did not know what was going to happen. Once I arrived I was split up from both of my parents. My job here at Auschwitz is to collect the belongings of new arriving people. I witness people get whipped repeatedly and shot by the Nazi’s. It is a horrendous sight, and I try to zone out and close my eyes while this happens.
Today is May 4th 1943. I wake up at the crack of dawn, the sun it’s self is now waking up as well. There is no breakfast today, so we continue on with our authoritative routine. I walk in a clump with the other men and women who work the same job as me. I have heard that there are many new prisoners arriving today. I get to my station, things are hurled and flung at me to collect. I collect a jacket from one man and happen to find a piece of white bread in the pocket. I look around at the guards and it seems to be that no one is looking in my direction. I gobble the piece of bread back as fast as I possibly can. All of a sudden, I feel a warm breath on the back of my neck, I stand still with my hands clenched, and eyes squinted tight. A deep voice behind me yells, “What is in your mouth, have you taken something?” I say nothing. The man shouts, “You have haven’t you, number 19,142? Face me stupid Jew.” I turn around, he grabs my wrist and yanks me away from the tables. “You may never, I repeat never steal anything again.” He pulls out his whip. He punches me in the face to get me to the ground and then whips me with full force seven times. He then kicks me in the stomach, signaling for me to get up. He than tells me to go back to work. I run back with my skin burning from the whip and my eye closed shut. I work the rest of the day, choking back my tears.
Application:
The story that I wrote is about a young Jewish boy, who is forced to go to a concentration camp in 1943. He had been split up from both of his parents. He had to work a job of collecting the belongings of new arriving prisoner’s. He then found some food in the pocket of a jacket, he ate it, he thought no one was looking, but he was wrong. He was pulled aside by a guard, and got beat and whipped. During this time of WWii, many people were brutally abused in concentration camps fortheir beliefs or even the way that they looked. No one deserved to be treated this way for their beliefs. Many people died and were killed before liberators came to save them.
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