Letter To My Daughter Book Report

During this week I read Prisoner B-3087 By Alan Gratz, Yanek was moved around to handful of concentration camps. Yanek was moved a camp called Birkenau. Right when the Jews arrived at the camp they were ordered to take their clothes off. They had been put in a room with sprinklers on the ceiling. Yanek was thinking to himself this is going to be the end, I’m going to die. Then the sprinkles turned on and ice cold water came out. In the text I read, “ I was going to live! I laughed I cried, and so did the other men.” This made me realize how thankful Yanek was. I can relate to this because I have been thankful, last year my great grandma had a stroke, Half her brain ended up dying and she was paralysed. After I found out she pasted away I was

My dear brother Brian, it is ghastly here without your presence at the camp. To begin with, on the night of February 22, we were disjointed and abducted from our home. It all began when several Nazis burst through our door, all we heard was a “thud”, mom and dad strained us to hide in the crepuscular corner located within the attic, but it did not go as arranged. The Nazis found us hiding in the attic; they pried us apart, even though I am only a child. Momentarily, we were then allocated into a bus with many others; we soon arrived at the concentration camp. In addition, they disembarked you off the vehicle, but not I, that was when I saw you lost in shock, both of us in tears, screaming. I could not stop crying, after a few hours I fell asleep,

I know that when I woke up I could smell the blood and rotting bodies in the air. The camp was quiet there was no one there. The camp was in a secluded wooded area and I could tell it had just rained. I looked in all of the women’s barracks to see if their was anyone still alive. At the look of each barrack with all the women and children lying their dead my heart sank deeper. I couldn’t wrap my head around how there was around a hundred thousand people staying there and I was the only known survivor. Before the war they all had families and jobs and now they lay here at my feet dead. I couldn’t bear to see the looks of anguish of the faces so I stopped looking. There was no food anywhere and I was exhausted. The soldiers thought everyone here was dead so they weren’t coming back so I had to find a way to escape. I started to walk into the woods. I ate some of the plants and berries along the way and tried to kill some smaller animals for meat. I finally made it out of the woods into a farmer's fields. Luckily, the farmer was Jewish and let me stay in his barn. He and his wife snuck food out to me as much as they could. Once I had regained my strength I left them, I was causing them more trouble than I was worth. I was sixteen years of age and ninety-three pounds. My shot wounds were starting to heal and I was starting to mentally recover. They told me the safest place to go was Israel. I took off with a sack of food a pair of shoes and two sets of clothes and the prayers from those two

Night Essay As said by Jewish Austrian Holocaust survivor, writer and Nazi hunter, Simon Wiesenthal, “Survival is a privilege which entails obligations. I am forever asking myself what I can do for those who have not survived.” Often times during the course of our busy lives, we forget how lucky we are to be living. When do we stop and think about those who have lost what we value most, life?

I read the book Flares of Memory, put together by Sheila Chamovitz and edited by Anita Brostoff, written in 2001. This book is a compiled list of stories of children who experienced the Holocaust and survived. The line “I never saw any of my family again” (Brostoff, xxxiii) or similar variations of this line were stated multiple times throughout the book, mostly at the end of the children’s accounts of the events they endured. Just the thought of having to go through what these children went through makes me appreciate what I have in life much more. The thought of losing my family, although they annoy me sometimes, brought tears to my eyes. It made me think about the things that many take for granted. In reading this book, I found that

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

“We’ll be fine honey… don't give up we'll see eachother again I promise”, my mother said as they pulled us apart into different rooms. Her voice was shaken, we had been been sent to Auschwitz and during the trip here she cried and pleaded the entire time. As if they would suddenly have sympathy for us… during our entire time here there was not one commander that at least seemed to have any sympathy or remorse for us… they actually seemed to be enjoying our suffering. My mother was gone now and I, along with a few other dozen of us were escorted to another room. We had just been examined by the doctors and the people who I was with were mainly young girls. Many with their mothers… they all looked at me as if I was some lost puppy. I could

Don’t Worry this is not one of those gross and gory stories about the Holocaust. It is and compare and contrast of two families where some members survived, but some unfortunately did not. The two families being talked about are the Weismann’s and the Klein’s. Many Jews lives were lost during the holocaust, but there is also many who survived such a traumatic event. These people’s stories can be so different, but also so alike at the same time and that is what I am going to elaborate on today.

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

The name is Manfred. I have been a Hitler Youth my whole life. I am questioning everything that I have been taught, as my Führer is dead. But, I will never give up on my Führer, even in death. Now the worst possible news has come. This plague of “democracy” has somehow won the war. I have seen questions about this second world war circling around in newspapers, and on the radio. I plan to answer these questions in my journal today. One thing these disgusting westerners have discussed was the “atrocities” of the Auschwitz extermination camp. They have said, “Who is to blame for this Holocaust?”

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

The next morning I saw trucks full of Nazi soldiers driving to the ghettos, fearful, I watched as they began to grab Jews and load them into the trucks. They started with the men then the women and children. I began searching for my parents in the crowd, hoping that somehow they had gotten away, but I knew that there was no way they did so I looked away, not wanting to see them. I knew if I saw them I would feel guilty of not being there with them, while they had to suffer through it all and I was living here peacefully. So I went downstairs for

At age 9, I arrived at Auschwitz, I saw electric fences and piled up dead bodies. I was immediately ordered to strip and put on a striped outfit. They split us into two groups, men and women. I was seperated from my sister and my mother. I was very scared at the time and didn’t know what was going to happen to me, my good friend from school, and my father. All I smelled was the rancid stench of rotting flesh. It was unbearable. They ordered the all women to go straight to the camps. That was the last time I saw my sister and mother. I couldn’t even kiss, hug, or say bye or love you to them. We were then transferred to the fields to work on agriculture. After six hours of nonstop work and hearing young children and adults cry and scream to

It’s currently 1933 and I am a Jew who lives in Germany, allow me to introduce myself my name is Anna I’m 13 and it is not easy being who I am. The nazi regime has taken place, it’s a horrible time to be alive. Munich (wild camps) have already began and there’s been a boycott of our shops and businesses. Schools is already bad I don’t know why they are hurting us.

Never Thought One of the Nazi soldier would of ask for a jew to come to his room I was surprised. He was struggling to say what he was trying to say to me but then, he asked me for forgiveness. He wanted A jew like me to forgive him for all the bad things he did to jews. From that moment I knew I had the power to forgive him or not. It wasn’t an easy decision because I saw a lot bad things happen too many jews for example I saw a nazi soldier shoot a child with his mother and father . I can’t imagine how they felt. Back to what I was saying before It was up too me too decide should I forgive this soldier who about to die and wants a jews to forgive him so that he can die in peace or should I just walk out of that room before he even as the