Elie Wiesel's A Memory-Personal Narrative

Funder’s use of symbolism in order to explore themes relevant to her own personal struggle with finding comfort and security within the former GDR is a concept central to Stasiland. The author’s more abstract use of darkness enables Funder to draw parallels between her own difficulty living in the former GDR and those who endured the true terror of the Stasi Regime, particularly in the retelling of Miriam Weber’s attempted escape to West Berlin. ‘It was dark...’ on the Eastern side of the Wall, and ‘...in the west the neon shone.’ West Berlin is painted as a safe haven, away from the dangerous and frightening ‘dark’ GDR.

The Nazi’s use fear as a weapon to keep control over the prisoners. Two steaming pots of soup lay out in the open, but no one dares to go and take it. One man decides to conquer his fear. As he makes his way, creeping towards the soup, “Hundreds of eyes were watching his every move. Hundreds of men were crawling with him, scraping their bodies with his on the stones. All hearts trembled, but most with envy. He was

This quote was pulled from a segment of the short story, “This Way for the Gas, Ladies and Gentlemen.” Alone, it is merely just a few disturbing words that may give the warm hearted reader some shivers. But behind these words is a detailed narrative of one day within the gruesome, horrific, violent, Nazi concentration camps; that would give even a cold hearted reader shivers. Tadeusz Borowski, the author of this fictional short story, uses his experiences from being held in a Nazi ran concentration camp, to deliver a detailed first person narrative of what transpired in Nazi Germany.

Although Gerda was destined to grow up, it was the brutal conditions and pain she suffered under Hitler’s reign that forced her to mature beyond her years. In fact, she has also developed as a woman as the years of World War II progressed, and gained a massive supply of wisdom. Having to cope with the loss of nearly everyone she loved by herself, Gerda gained much independence. Experiencing times where death seemed to be her only liberation, it was her great optimism and her family’s infamous quote “Be strong” that kept her going. Weissmann embodies perseverance and her desire to live radiates off of her and inspires others to live. Gerda Klein’s memoir is written so delicately to the point where the reader doesn’t focus on the horrors forced

I didn't sleep the next night, for something was missing, something that I have longed for ever since I killed the old man, I know it wasn't the fact that I missed him, but it might have been the adrenaline that I experienced as I killed him, and even after, when I was dismembering his limbs. Was that it? It must have been. I fear that insanity is advancing upon me. I must satisfy my craving for the kill. But with who? It must be someone who won't ever possibly be remembered. Course in this part of town just the littlest thing, like Mrs. Jones breaking her one of a kind Russian doll, will be observed with much care. If I choose to purge upon this town I must work surreptitiously. And that's what I will do.

In Alabama, in the country, next to a dirt road and a muddy lake that was full of green water, where you couldn’t go to sleep because the frogs croaked too loud, there was a large house. The large house was made of splintery wood, and was inhabited by only one person. Now, the lake that his house was built on had been where a boy named Ronald Pratt had been ran over after removing the bricks from in front of the wheels of a flaming portable, saving the lives of many kids after the portable rolled into the lake and the fire was extinguished. One day, the man who owned the house was in his bed at 8:30 pm and he heard a whisper. He couldn’t make out any words, but he heard it all right. He pulled out a flashlight and grabbed his rifle to go and

He led me onto the plane to the row of seats. The general help me do up the seat’s harness, before sitting down and fastening his own. Sora and Eric were across from us. The albino was paler form usual, and I was sure I didn’t look any better. Once everyone was situated, the ramp closed, and we took off.

It was a dark night. there was no sight of the moon. It was a clear night. The streetlights were bright orange. There barely any cars on the road. My family was coming back from Milwaukee, Wisconsin. We went there for the Christmas weekend. We had some relatives who invited us to stay. My dad was driving us to the airport, in a rented car. My brother and I were looking out of our windows. My mom was sleeping in the front seat, next to the driver’s seat. there was We were on the highway. We were going to drop it off at a rental place near the airport before we board our flight to Florida. We flew from Florida to Illinois. From Illinois, we took a rented car to Wisconsin. We were going to O’Hare international airport.

She did this in attempt to both keep her sanity, and record the unfortunate predicament of millions of Germans who were cultivated by the wrath and revenge of the oncoming Soviets. The writer illustrates in detail her conditions in an annihilated apartment building, and how the small group of residents struggled to get past the Soviet shells, debris, rubble, and even death, along with the relentless measure faced such as: no food, water, or heat. Vividly, the author describes the character traits of the other residents, ranging from chivalry and valor, to cowardliness and corruption; first corrupted by hunger, later, Russians. Ultimately, the vivid details revealed shocking, yet shameful injustices in which the women in the conquered city we subjected to. The book is intensely

“Anne, please!” Margot whispered, gently tugging on my arm. I dropped my diary down onto the floor and was immediately met to be escorted slowly down the stairs with the Van Daans, Dussel, and my own family. The workmen stared at us in surprise and confusion on the ransacked second floor. The sounds of angry German competed with the police’s sirens from outside.

It was all so sudden; they took him from me, from us. I know you trusted us with your son, however the Nazis knew he was Jewish and pried him from us with a cold, heartless tug. It was a serene Sunday morning and I could hear the Nazi’s car simultaneously spitting out exhaust, interrupting the gratifying harmony of the peaceful bird’s charming chirping. Mother had made a loaf of Stollen, traditional German cake, and sent me off to my room with a slice as the Nazi barged in and the aroma of thick smoke from his uniform and heavy scent of alcohol from his teeth intertangled with the sweet comforting smell of what was left of my Stollen. At first I was hesitant to leave, but I knew never to disobey mama. Finally, the last thing I remember is hearing the deafening sound of screaming and the chaotic crying as they took him away. Never to return to his loving home ever again. He was more than family, he was my best friend.

As I woke in my bedroom, feeling hot and sticky, I realized it had now been six months since the cruise ship had left land. What should have been a five day cruise, still had not ended. After about three days into the cruise the radios, and any means of connection to the outside world had seized, the boats motor had stopped working. I assumed somebody would come for us, or we would eventually reach land, but I still laid here on my bed, looking up at the low ceiling of my small contained room.

(Ok i’m gonna be re-writing my emotional memory write because it’s long and I haven't finished it) It all began when I saw an ad on roblox for “Scream park” If I had known how scary it would I would’ve never clicked the ad. I clicked on it and it sent me to a group page for a game called scream park so I explored the group page to find out about the group and what scream park was so I went around a bit and found out THEY WERE TESTING THE SCI-FI AREA IN 20 MINUTES!!! I was really excited! so I waited until the game opened. After what seemed like 20 hours! the game finally opened I was the first person in then 4 people joined and more came , then more came, tons of people were flooding into the server! Then a guy flew in front of the crowd wearing a blue tuxedo,A white theater mask and a sparkling blue fedora, he then gave a speech about how this

Judging by the position of the sun it was only about 6 in the morning when I awoke to the smell of burning cloth. Ethan, one of the guys that was on the plane with us and stayed in the room next to ours, came in seconds after I woke up. He burst through the door, throwing it open so hard it hit the wall and bounced back so hard it nearly hit him in the face. He rushed to the side of our bed that Sara was on in large, graceful strides. He was only a year older than me, 16, and was calm even while screaming to get us up. I couldn’t understand his frantic screaming to get us up so he finally calmed down and told me what had happened, there was indeed a fire, I had been right. A fire had started on the second floor. A lamp had been the first

Me and my mother were sitting on the front right of the ship’s storage room, because we entered very early. In the middle of the storage room there was a ladder which led to the ship’s deck which was surrounded by 4 Ionian guards. The storage room was completely full, and we were waiting for the captain, to cast off the ship.