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.
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.
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.
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
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
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
Being in the camps was horrible. They smelt like dead flesh and were as cold as Antarctic. Ever since I was a kid, my mum said I had a big heart and the camps had proved that. Even though I was on the Germans side, I didn’t support anything they were doing; it was disgusting, to say the least. The Germans would shoot the Jew’s as if they were wild animals just running around waiting to be shot. Their faces so stiff, that they no longer seemed human themselves. Days spent hearing cries of despair and sadness, all caused by one guy who believed that, this is what they had deserved. A human life being put in the hand of another. I hated it, and the worst part was being able to do nothing but watch on and see hundreds, thousands lose their precious lives. It was silly and stupid, an unimaginable experience that doesn’t even sound real. How someone could be that evil is something that I could never comprehend.
Sweat beads dripping down my forehead, loud thuds in my head and a dark, dark quiet room. I kicked the blanket off of me, it almost felt like I was lifting a heavy weight off my shoulder and throwing the burden out the window. I spun my feet around and got up quickly, the world spun with me as if I was being sucked into an inevitable vivid hole like in Alice in Wonderland. I could feel the adrenaline rush. My heart was beating irregularly and I had a blurred vision. I managed to balance my feet on the cold, hard wooden floor. I felt a shiver scamper down my spine. I started fumbling for my calendar. Same day today, 10 years ago, 20th of September 1944, I was arrested by the Gestapo and deported to the Westerbork transit concentration camp and
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 was upon my Mother’s shoulder when the door busted and our neighbor came in screaming his lungs out “Jewish families must report to the train assigned to us by tomorrow afternoon! Were going to be transported to the Warsaw Ghetto!” Everyone in the household froze like statues. I turned and stared to my father as if he would have something to say according to this devastating news. Nothing came out of his mouth until everyone’s face turned to him. He choked on his words as he said “I… don’t know what to do at this point. If we decide to hide the Germans will arrest us and directly send us to concentration camps… so it’s best that we report and live under those conditions than being directly sent to camps.” My father had a point. Our neighbor
Weeks later, tired, cold, and hungry the Jews and I used every ounce of energy to get up for roll call. As the officers were calling names, I noticed the new arrivals. One in particular stood out to me; her name was Izabella. She was with her father and a littler sibling, but I couldn’t tell if the child was male or female. After roll the guard demanded us to clean up the whole camp, including our barracks at once. After our rushed cleaning, orders were barked to get on the train. We were headed to Buchenwald. We were forcefully thrown in, and the train slowly started to crawl away. I looked over my shoulder to see my father, unconscious, on a pile of cold, dead Jews. As we sat in silence, a quiet whimper reached my ears, and when I turned
Yesterday night out of nowhere, my father, Mr. Frank, informed me and the rest of the family that we needed to urgently leave. I was shocked and confused. I could hear the firmness of his voice, so I refused to ask why. Before I packed the things I could hold, my father kissed me on my forehead and said, “We are going into hiding, so the Germans can’t bring us to concentration camps. Those camps are where the torture us, make us do work, and where our dead bodies will be located.” A deep cold chill ran down my spine and I shriveled and started to pack. I took one my father’s trench coats because I know it will help conceal all of my supplies. In one pockets, I placed a picture of my family. Whenever I’m about to give up on surviving, that
15 minutes comes and goes off sitting and talking, until what seems like a little over 100 of Jewish civilians, which seem from another ghetto show up with guns and other weapons. We start by using a screaming woman as a distraction to get all the Nazi’s attention until we get to surround a group of about 20-30 soldiers who turn out to be scared and give up, but what happens next is too graphic and was a lot to handle even for me to explain. I run and grab belongings from home with my family. My children seemed confused with my youngest crying, I tell them I will explain, but to worry about being quiet and getting outside the walls. We run until we get to the walls we see some soldiers looking at their fellow comrade’s bodies so we hurry and jump the wall to safety, but once we get over finally my whole family freezes in our steps to a group of regular polish citizens staring at us like we just killed somebody in front of them. We find an alley and we run until I find my old workplace. I get a warm welcome from my old boss, Mr. Yoran who we tell our problem to and to my surprise gives us the keys to the shop so we can stay in a little apartment on the 2nd floor. Which is where we hide out and stay for the next 2 years with all the, “BOOMS!” and “BANGS!” we happen to stay alive and under the radar until the war is over and I have prayed and thanked god for every blessing and
People have different stories about how they had survived the Holocaust. But, I will be writing about how only three stories. The three stories are two movies called Europa, Europa directed by Agnieszka Holland, Defiance directed by Edward Zwick and a book called “Survival in Auschwitz” by Primo Levi. Europa Europa is a 1990 historical film. The movie was based off a 1989 autobiography of Solomon Perel who was a German Jewish boy who had escaped the Holocaust by lying about his true identity. (Wikipedia) Defiance is a true story based on three brothers, Tuvia, Zus and Asael, who had to manage to escape the Nazi’s and hide in the forest where they played in their whole life. (Wikipedia)
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.