Forever Gone One day on a fairly cold winter on December 14,1932 in the town of Szentes in Southeastern Hungary thirty miles from Szeged a family called the Nemeth's gave birth to a little girl named Maria. Maria grew up to be a young playful child who loved to sing, but also when she was older helping her grandparents in their store that they owned. When I was old enough to go to school and the age of 12 I went to the school Szent István Gimnázium, a Hungarian secondary school for kids 12 and older, but it wasn't a ordinary school only the best of the best could go here. The only reason the best could go here if they had good singing voices and god grades , which I had both off, so I was sent here to improve more and hoped to become the …show more content…
One day, while I was helping my grandparents in their store, when a huge army of German surrounded the town and ordered all the jews to move to freight trains outside the town. I hoped the outcome of the jews being moved out this town as the jews in other countries, which we heard stories of and how horrible ending it was for them. I entered the train with 80 other jews of our town. We arrived at Szeged sports fields and brickyards thirty miles from the town I lived in. The camp was not bad at all I enjoyed it a little bit, as days went on I was always hungry and cold and not liking the camp at all. I hoped for better times to come while in times of darkness in this horrible camp of the Germans. 4 years passed in this camp the SS officers said we're moving to new camp, maybe I would be freed with the rest of my fellow …show more content…
I hoped there wouldn't be another selection, because I probably wouldn't pass. 4 days later instead of selection the SS soldiers said we were all moving again expect they were in a hurry this time, any who failed to keep up were shot and killed or left to die from being shot or illness they had. My grandparents died for not keeping up and my mother was shot for trying to save my dad's father. I ran as hard as I could hoping to reach the destination we were told we were going too, or too reach the ending I learned that Jews go too after they die. All of sudden we were told to stop, I heard the German speak something that sounded like U.S is here , at the same time I saw a U.S flag in the distance waving and coming toward us, then the machine guns started going off, the SS men started to shot all the Jews, and then I was shot I seen the enemy run and then it became blurry and I couldn't breathe, I gasped for a breathe, but I
It has been days. I stumble, foot over foot to the crack of sunlight that beams into the car. I feel the train rock back and forth, side to side as we tumble over the tracks to a “better life.” A better life. More bread. They care about us. I hear the screech as the cars stop as we are all tossed forward. “Welcome to Auschwitz, Jews.” I hear a man scream be strong. I hear the crack of a whip and gun shots. I know they lied.
I was one of the few trees that were left in the area of Treblinka. I went through the winters, long and painful days. My eyes have seen so many terrible sights. I was one of the first trees planted in the areas between the camps. I have been here for 100 years and I have seen so much by living during the time of the concentration camp. Life in the concentration camps were not easy. Especially since Treblinka was the biggest extermination camp following Auschwitz.Only sixty-seven people survived this camp and around 870,000 to 925,000 Jews were killed in the camp.The number ended up to be sixty-five since two men did not survive out of the hospital from their health issues. There is not many people who even know where I am located, where the
Well, after all it might be true, during World War || many Jews were going into hiding trying to survived, many did but also many didn’t. We went and decided to interview about three people that survived. From what we have heard and learned, they all experienced pain, fear, losing their families, houses, and sometimes forgetting their own name. They all have different stories but they’re somewhat related to each other, the stories are often heartbreaking, but demonstrating strength, hope, and the courage that it took to survive.
Now that I have found you, I just want to know a few things. How did you feel when you discovered my camp? You may not have known about them previously (since these camps were secrets to the world), so it may have shocked you. What did you think of gas chambers, the crematoria, and the mass pits full of deceased Jews? I still remember them; their memory bothers me no longer, though. I have not healed… one does not heal after seeing those things. I
I had trained as a tailor and had left home before we were deported, when I went to work four miles away on a ranch. It was taken over by the SS, so suddenly I found myself working for them. In May 1943 they lined us up one day and told us to empty our pockets. If they found even a single zloty in anyone’s pocket, they were shot on the spot. We were transported to Majdanek, which was only 19 miles away – a torture camp in the true sense of the word. For 500 metres there were just ditches full of bodies, legs, heads. We were deported to Auschwitz four weeks later. We arrived in the early morning and they gave us a bed, a real shower, they cleaned us well with disinfectant and shaved us. After that they gave us striped uniforms and tattooed us. I was given the number 128164 on my left arm and from that point on I was a number, no longer a name.
Music and the sounds that surround us have a way of affecting us before we even enter this world. David Burrows, a music teacher at New York University explains this concept by saying “An unborn child may startle in the womb at the sound of a door slamming shut. The rich, warm cacophony of the womb has been recorded: the mother’s heartbeat and breathing are among the earliest indicators babies have the existence of a world beyond their own skin.” (Storr). This is something a person never outgrows. Whether we intend on it happening or not, the sounds by which we are surrounded affect our mental patterns. Nevertheless, music has the ability to help us heal emotionally and combat our current mental state.
I empathized a lot with those real stories. They seem really hard to believe but they are not even half of what they really went through. Through those years, approximately, 20 million Jews died because of Hitler. The Jews never tried to fight against them because they thought that God will be always with them, and if that was happening, it was because God wanted or because God was letting Hitler kill them for a good reason. An evidence of that thought is this quote at the beginning of the book: “London radio, which we listened to every evening, announced encouraging news: the daily bombings of Germany and Stalingrad, the preparation of the Second Front. And so we, the Jews of Sighet, waited for the better days that surely were soon to come.” In addition to the distance from the fight, the Jews could not imagine that anything of the scale that Hitler threatened was possible. They felt there were too many Jews for him to attempt the things he suggested.
After reading all the research about the Holocaust, I thought to myself I can't imagine being in a concentration camp and having my family there too. I am so happy to be living in America today because no matter what color skin you are or religion you are we can all get along together. I really hope this never happens again. Just make sure that every morning you wake up and appreciate the freedom you
Do you know how life in the concentration camps were? Do you know how many people died each year because of these camps? Life in these camps were tough, either you can work or you die, harsh right. Wondering the first year they evacuated the Jews, how scared people must have been and how they thought everything would be okay in the “good” hands of their government. You wonder who would put people, human beings just like you, live, breath, eat, exactly like you, through so much misery and for what, get what out killing innocent humans?
I could no longer see the lifeless people around me. It was as if they were eaten by the darkness once again. After walking for miles, my feet no longer felt like moving. My body begged me to stop but I knew I had to keep going in order to live. I knew death was creeping up on us all. For many of us, death, has already taken over (“The Death March from Auschwitz”). As we marched further and further, the never ending rain pelted us with bullets. Mud collected on our shoes as if the mud were the shoes themselves. The scent of the Earth arose from the ground as if it had come back from the dead. For once, I got a breath of fresh air. For once, I felt peaceful. I watched as the moonlight reflected off the puddles. Along with that, I saw the reflection of a person I no longer recognized. Her hair was no longer softly curled. Her smile no longer shined bright. Her emotions were no longer concealed. “Oh how time has been so cruel in that camp.” I whispered
To begin, Auschwitz was one of the major concentration camps run by the Nazi’s the Holocaust. At Auschwitz, the Nazi’s were able to murder over a million Jews in gas chambers without detection for most of the Holocaust. Thus, I am going to tell the stories of those who survived Auschwitz in order to provide remembrance and to highlight what I am learning in class. This is due to the fact that many people do not realize that what happened at Auschwitz was horrific. For example, people saw their family die right in front of them, people were beaten for no apparent reason, and people were striped of their identity. Also, by telling the stories of the survivors I am allowing the reader to remember that the Holocaust affected so many people and
This morning, while my mum and I were eating breakfast. A young man knocked at our door. He had told us that we were called to visit one of the concentration camps in Germany, and that all Germans would have to do so eventually. We ate breakfast and left with the man. After this morning my life has changed, and as I write this, I think to myself, do I honestly still want to be known as German?
Juveniles shouldn’t obtain a life sentence without parole for first degree murder because their brain hasn’t developed properly or have been through any abuse. Juveniles aren’t adults and should be treated as minors.
I was 16 years old and I had a life in Auschwitz, I had friends and I went to school, until one day my life was interrupted abruptly when my father got a promotion to become a general in the Nazi army. Naturally he accepted the position, and we moved into Poland. At the time that the Holocaust was happening, I did not understand what was going on or why we had to move. I could not comprehend why everyone hated these certain people so much.
There was boys, girls, men, women, and even babies. I was confused on where we were at. Two men opened the back of the van up and pulled us out and that’s when I saw the sign that read ‘ Concentration Camps’. They separated us women in and children under ten on the left side cabins and men and boys ten and older on the right side cabins. When I got in the cabins they made us strip of our clothes and wrap in blankets. We walked outside in the freezing cold and they had us sit in chairs. They started cutting our hair with so much force. After they were done they sent us back to our cabins. When we went out for lunch I saw Ben and he called me over. He told me that him and some guys were planning to fight the men whose named the Nazis. I told him if he was fighting to was I but he told me to stay and i refused. So after a couple of weeks in the concentration camp Ben told me when and where to meet him and the other men. So the night we were going I met them outside and they told me that we were going to be living in the woods. I was not all for that but if Ben was okay with it then I was too. They later told me that people call them partisan fighters so I guess that’s what we are called. Our way of dealing with the Nazis is to fight back and kill