Personal Narrative: My Diary From The Holocaust

The Holocaust was the murder and persecution of approximately 6 million Jews and many others by the Nazi regime and its collaborators. The Nazis came to power in Germany in January of 1933. The Nazis thought that the “inferior” Jews were a threat to the “racially superior” German racial community. The death camps were operated from 1941 to 1945, and many people lost their lives or were forced to work in concentration camps during these years. The story leading up to the Holocaust, how the terrible event affected people’s lives, and how it came to and end are all topics that make this historic event worth learning about.

Anxiety washed over the poor boy. It was dark, darker than Zerdek had ever know. With each second that passed, a low mumble could be heard from the corner. Something or someone else was here with him. Wherever here was. He shut his eyes thinking about the light. Thinking about anything that would make it seem like he was back at home. Home. He tried to remember the faces. He tried to remember each of the tree top building. Yet it was a blur. Everything that had happen with-in the last few hours, day, months was a giant blur from him. He had no concept of time. A click came from afar, as light came barreling in. Zerdek let out a low growl as he covered his eyes, unable to adjust to the light quickly enough. Arms reached out and pulled to two

A central role in this judicial proceeding was played by eyewitnesses, who during their testimonies created a very intense and emotional atmosphere in the courtroom. In this trial testified 44 male and 25 female eyewitnesses, among them also Lithuanian Jews, who survived the mass atrocities during the Holocaust. Historian Faraldo claimed that the antifascist memorial policy allowed “different feelings and narratives to be expressed.” Similarly, historian Lisa Kirschenbaum noticed that these war narratives “drew on experiences remembered by individuals while providing those who lived through the war with compelling and uplifting frameworks for narrating – and therefore remembering – their own experiences.” Many eyewitnesses, who saw the scene of a crime, and survivors, including those who crawled out from the death pits, could remember in the courtroom very exactly the names,

When we encounter a Holocaust survivor, a lot of questions come to our mind. We start to wonder how did they manage to survive. We tend to assume that once the Holocaust was over, survivors began to reestablish their lives and their pain disappeared. However, Holocaust survivors suffered, and even after 70 years after the liberation, Holocaust survivors still experience difficulties on their day-to-day basis. In the years followed the Holocaust they struggled with their painful memories while attempting to renew their lives, most of them in new countries. The Holocaust was one of the greatest massacres against humanity. As time goes by, the Holocaust survivors’ memories start to fade. The obligation to remember is engraved

A research question defines the focus of the project and helps readers to understand the subject that is being addressed by the author. Defining the central research question in Zoe Waxman’s 2006 book Writing the Holocaust: Identity, Testimony, Representation proved to be a task. Waxman gave considerable information to contemplate within the first few paragraphs of the text making the central research question harder to detect. After careful examination of the introduction it became clearer, however: Should Holocaust testimonies be explored, comprehended, and represented as diverse historical documents of individual experiences as a replacement for the current universalization of testaments? The chapters following the introduction each

It was another restless night. I gazed out my window watching, as the flames enlarged, casting shadows over the camp. The crematorium smoke was like a snake lingering and slithering over our fates. I watched through another window, as it swallowed every inch of the room and crept up the rusty long, old pipes, only to dance with the fresh breath of air in the outside world- the same world the I have never seen in awhile. The camp was still silent. I felt my eyes slowly getting heavy just as the sun was about to rise. Suddenly, a loud siren pierced through the quietness. I heard the German officers bang on the beds yelling “Wecke dich dreckiger hund auf!” The room gradually filled with life as the prisoners shuffled their feet and formed their

Hello my name is Anne, my father just found me this diary for me to wright in all the stuff that happens in my life. A lot of stuff is happening in Auschwitz Germany because of this Jew thing that is going around they made me turn in my bike and I had to be transported to this other school just for Jews. Father said that we are going into hiding i'm not really sure where bit he said some thing about his old place he used to work at.

The Nazi’s had finally invaded all around Warsaw, Poland. We didn’t know if Joseph and I would survive a while longer in the same hiding spot.

I will always be traumatized by their screams, this was the worst (disastrous) part of my life stationed there. I was stationed there since the beginning of the Holocaust and I wish I wasn't. For the first few days I was picking which ones live and ones that die. We saved men and twins because we want to increase the amount of Aryans. Those were the most tragic hours of watching families screaming for their kids back. After the picking the ones we want, we went lights out. I was the first one on watch (guard) and I can't tell you how many tried to escape. The next day another batch of picking came in accept they were all criminals. I could (would) hear screams when I was patrolling the medical ward. In the medical ward a kid reached out

Holocaust was out on the streets of Dakota City again as the news highlighted him on the television. Static flew pass the people gathered around the television out a store on his saucer. Traveling as fast as he could, he saw Holocaust throwing a officer into his squad car. Then, he saw Static as he got back to ground level and got out of his saucer. Holocaust smiled at the sight of Static as he said, "Static. How are the wounds for our last battle doing?".

He pretended not to be a jew lover. 1933 concentration camps were all Jews were put to kill or use as “slaves”, a Jewish family with a married couple were sent to a concentration camp in Auschwitz, where a nazi soldier called Kurzbach that has black hair, white skin and green eyes were friends with the family, when the family got there and Kurzbach recognize the family from a friend that especially told Kurzbach to keep an eye on the Jewish family, while the Jewish family were entering the camp, Kurzbach started to yell at the family and separate the couple but the family recognizes Kurzbach and got less nervous, when the family got separated Kurzbach immediately went to look for the family, first he went with Conrad in the night when kurzbach was guarding the camp, walking around the camp, he suddenly found Conrad that was waiting for him, he approaches to Conrad, “Hey, here a piece of bread, I can’t be here much longer, I will go with your wife and give her food, later I tell you the plan”, Kurzbach told him whispering, “Thank you” Conrad said. Kurzbach went looking for Leah, but he couldn’t find her, the other nazi soldier saw him, “What are you doing here, go where you belong” nazi soldier said,

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

Cold strikes were hitting his body after I threw him in the ice cold bath. We watched him from the window in the “observatory room”. The other officers were laughing as if they knew what was going to happen, but I knew in reality none of us knew and that’s what scared me the most. His body started off calm as in nothing could faze him at this point but I could see the fear in his eyes. The gut ranching fear was in all their eyes. He started to scream loader and loader. His hands turned blue his vein were trembling, every movement he did got slower and slower. I thought the next time he moved his arm it would just snap off like a wooden doll. That’s what we thought of them anyway they were just dolls that we experimented on in the medical side of Auschwitz.

As a proud mother of six children, wife, daughter, sister, and friend, I survived Auschwitz. I grew up outside a small town in Poland. My father and mother owned a farm where my three brothers and I worked. My brothers and I mostly enjoyed helping in the kitchen with mother. We slaved away in the kitchen for hours, making bread while my father drank his morning coffee that mostly contained cream and sugar. We were always cooking together as a family. Three days a week we attended our catholic church, and we also hosted the annual soup supper. Once the time of year came, my mother and I made enough soup for everyone to have five bowls each. As I became older, I married my neighbor’s nephew and we took over my parents farm. We gave birth to six beautiful children, my life couldn’t have been any better.

The Secret Holocaust Diaries, written by Nonna Bannister with Denise George and Carolyn Tomlin, is about the life of Nonna Bannister during the Holocaust and the story of her survival. Nonna and her mother were taken from Russia to Germany by the Germans and had to go to work camps. While on the train ride to Germany the two experienced some very disturbing and hard to deal with situations, but they made it to their first assignment which was at a carton factory. Not long after, the Germans moved the family to work at a hospital. When it was Nonna's 16th birthday, some unsettling news came that her mom had been missing, and also Nonna’s birthday was the day when the Germans bombed the hospital. Later that day Nonna begins searching for her mother and after searching for a very long time she came to the conclusion that her mom was gone. While the bombing of the hospital took place, the Americans found the concentration camps and the survivors were freed and so was Nonna.