Personal Narrative: My Experience At Auschwitz

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,

This description might be overwhelming, but the truth is that this is a factual description of millions of people that suffered in concentration camps located all over Europe during World War II;

How would it feel to be a Jew forced into labor to help function mass killings of your own people? Samuel Willenberg is a survivor of the Treblinka labor camps. In 1942, as he was going through the clothes of those who lost their lives in the gas chambers, he pulled out a small coat and a blue skirt. He realized that the two articles of clothing belonged to his two little sisters. Willenberg fell to the floor in pain and misery realizing that he would never see his sisters again. Treblinka is one of the most important camps because about 850,000 Jews were treated and killed gruesomely like animals because Nazis thought of them as an inferior race. This research paper is about how Treblinka was a forced-labor camp, a killing center, the setting

Auschwitz is considered by the most the most inhumane concentration camp in world war two. At the beginning of 1940, Auschwitz was created, and it was under the rules of the SS (Concentration Camp). Auschwitz was the largest concentration camp during World War II, where over a million people died. Jews were treated horribly, and many were gassed. Auschwitz was called a death camp, for many reasons which included the deportation and selection process, medical experiments, and gas chambers.

My camp is Auschwitz - Birkenau one of the largest concentration camps where Jews were held captured. Inside the camp were four gas chambers. Each gas chamber used Zyklon B gas. Most people brought to this camp were Jews. Before entering the chamber they were ordered to undress. Once they finished the Nazis locked the doors and dropped in the gas. Also, when they died they burned the Jews. The bones were disintegrated and their ashes were spread out on the fields.

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

I still remember the day clearly. It was an 85% chance of heavy downpours on June 7th 2015. It was the first time I could remember that I actually wanted rain. I genuinely wanted anything that could procrastinate the arrival of my first cabin full of campers.

We were only given a few choices during the war. Every chance that we had to choose our fate, we had to be very careful. Evidently, the Nazis did not favor the Jewish people. We, the Jews, were animals to them. We walked and talked like human beings, but we were looked upon as if we were filthy animals. I didn’t know they thought of us like that. My mother and father shielded me from the outside world. They didn’t think I would understand. My parents were right. I would not understand. I was only eleven. Then they raided our house.

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

The brisk wind rustled the leaves and the branches murmured. The morning had been chilly and opaque, with a curtain of drizzle sweeping across the plains. The decaying morality and despair of humanity has affected the weather, or have I just ceased being able to see colour?

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?

(After the holocaust) I sat down with a woman and a child to retell the horrors of my past, I am Erika, a Jewish survivor of the holocaust. I don’t recall much of my infant years, but some very vivid memories. My story takes place during the holocaust. I’ve only wished for the family I never knew; my family experienced the holocaust firsthand. My parents and other Jews had been rounded up and sent to fenced off ghettos, with the word, verboten plastered all over the walls. Later, we were forced to board a train, my parents must have been eager to leave their famished and filthy lives. They must have been told they were going to a better place, a place where they would have food and work, but they hadn’t heard the rumors of the death camps.

After that was finished, I was sent with a group of prisoners away from the others. I asked a soldier where we were going, and he told me that if I asked him again, my head would no longer be resting on my shoulders. We were marched for around an hour to a group of tents away from the main camp. They told us that this was where we were staying, which was odd. Everyone else was in cabins, while we were given tents. We thought maybe they ran out of room, but then we noticed some of the cabins looking empty and lifeless, while we could clearly see our other comrades inside warm cabins. We soon realized that everyone in the tents was jewish, and found out that the germans were putting us here because we were

Imagine a life without talking to your friends, and having to wake up early in the morning from a hard, scratchy, straw filled mattress and eating nothing but bread and soup everyday! Well that is what many innocent people had to go through in the concentration camps during World War II but that wasn’t all!

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