Personal Narrative: The Warsaw Ghetto Uprising

In the 7th grade I had a crush on my history and geography teacher, Ms. Nail. She was in her early to mid twenties, slim and attractive, I thought she could be Jackie Kennedy's sister.

It was near the end of my 8th grade school year, about 2 month away from graduation, when something I never expected to happen actually happened. This event really changed my life forever and shaped me into who I am as a person today. I had just arrived at my house after school when my parents received a call that my grandma was ill and that we should come down to check on her. As we rushed down to my grandparents house, my family was deeply concerned about what may have happened because my grandma had never really had many health issues before this. As we arrived at their house and walked through the door, we were greeted with the sight of my grandma sitting in a chair with a blanket around her while she was sleeping. My family’s first reaction

September 13th, 1939, was a very special day for me and my wife Alzbeta. It is the day of Rosh Hashanah, the first day of the jewish calendar. The only problem was, we couldn’t celebrate with our family and our friends from Nozyk Synagogue, due to us being fearful of the Germans invading Poland. It was more of a day of sadness; I was going to have to enlist in the polish army soon to fight the germans on the front lines. My grandfather had died in the great war during the battle of the somme, and my parents didn’t want me to suffer a similar fate. Unfortunately for them, my country needed me, and I would have to go whether I wanted to or not.

It am in a world where war and fighting is what I live around. But all the bombs were going and shaking the building. But I don’t know how much longer I can stay away from the Nazis. But I am the only survivor and I look around the village to see if their was another survivor but I never found no one. But I keep moving so the Nazis will never find me and take me to the ghettos and the death camps. Even though, I am frightened. Today was the day that Nazis took over Warsaw. While I was walking down the street I felt drums at the bottom of my feet but I knew it wasn't drums it was tanks. After, some soldiers gave bread but some soldiers got Jews and made them clean the sidewalk with their beards. But other soldiers cut off all their hair on

It all started between 1941 and 1943 concentration camps and ghettos was made to keep myself and all Jews of Eastern Europe captive to work to death or just be executed when they are captured. The Jews did have to fight back in someway which most ghettos and camps had underground resistance to fight back against the Nazis so our race wasn't whipped out. As I heard most of the uprisings wasn't successful but very few escaped from these ghettos and the camps, as I heard in my ghetto which is Warsaw ghetto. I have been living in the city of Warsaw for a couple of years I'm just one of the millions that is in the big city. Ever since World War 2 started we were all sent to a small part of Warsaw which was the ghetto and conditions of the ghetto

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

Survival in Auschwitz relates to Night because Steinlauf helped Levi see through a new perspective like Moishe the Beadle helped Eliezer. In Survival in Auschwitz, Steinlauf helps Levi see a new perspective by telling him to wash his face instead of leaving it dirty this relates to Night because Elie asks Moishe why he should pray and Moishe replies, “I pray to God within me for the strength to ask Him the real questions.” Levi in Survival in Auschwitz states, “We will all die, we are all about to die” and Elie in Night says, “Why did I live? Why did I breathe?” Which shows the both are questioning their existence and giving them the same outlook on life.

I remember it all as if it only took place yesterday. We had just finished breakfast on what seemed like a normal Sunday, however little did I know that it would have such a huge impact on my life. After breakfast, mom asked my eldest sister and me if we wanted to visit our grain company. We agreed to go check on the factory with her. While we walked to the factory, we came across many German soldiers. I remember how mom kept telling us that conditions are getting worse for Jews and she was concerned about the factory workers because most of them were Jewish.

At night I could hear war raging on outside, and as I looked outside my window I could see the ghetto where the Nazis were keeping the Jews, and my family. Sometimes I had wished I could just run over there and live with my parents, they were safe and all together in the ghettos, and I missed them. Despite what my heart wanted, I stayed where I was, knowing that there was a purpose to all this, and I began to understand it the next couple of days.

As the situation worsened, many Jewish families tried to leave Germany. Those who could not would eventually begin to be ‘exiled’ or ‘deported’ from German cities. These families were sent to concentration camps where they would be tortured, killed, beaten, or worked to death. These camps, also called ‘work camps,’ would hold thousands of Jews within their walls along with the many gas chambers, crematoriums, and gravesites. Once there, the prisoners would be stripped of all remaining freedom. Their captors decided every moment of the lives within the fences, even holding the power of life or death.

They Nazi police have taken me and my family to a concentration camp located in Holland. Even though it was a concentration camp, I was happy because I was able to talk, be in the sunshine, and breathe the fresh air instead of stuck up in a loft that was to be very quiet with barely any fresh air nor sunshine. In the camp I had to sew clothes for the soldiers and clean the toilets. It might seem fun, but at least they gave us food and a place to stay. After a few months in the concentration camp, they told us they we had to move. They transported us on railroad carts that were very confined. They stacked each of us on top of the other. It seem liked days when we got to our next camp, I felt like I was going to faint because many of the other

The Nazis have invaded the Poland today. It is 1939 october 2. Me and my mom and my dad and my sister were in a bunker which my dad owns we also had a couple other families inside. We were waiting for the loud noises to stop and the gunshots to finish. 42 hours just passed when france and britain had declared war on germany after that we left. By this time Germany had occupation Poland. When I first got out of the bunker and we started heading to the city I saw tanks and soldiers and many other things the soldiers were on each corner of each street there was so many of them. We were stopped many times and we were asked what are names and were was are headed. We told them that we were headed to one of my dads big mansion. My parents are very wealthy my dad works as a businessman and my mom is a designer for clothes. My friends and his friends has just came over to stay for a couple of days until things cool down. Me and my friend had just gone into my

In the 7th grade I had a crush on my history and geography teacher, Ms. Nail. She was in her early to mid twenties, slim and attractive, I thought she could be Jackie Kennedy's sister.

Can you remember a day when you experienced a most frightening moment in your life? For me, it was the day that we had a huge fire break out in the refugee camp that my family reside in. I can recall the encounter with the fire on that day vividly. My parents, myself, my three siblings, and all my relatives all lived in that refugee camp at the time. It was truly terrible the most frightening moment to me, my family, and my community. We had to process many feelings at one time. Feelings of loss, fear, anger, disbelief and many more. After experiencing this tragic fire at the camp, I am truly grateful and thankful for what I have despite our loss.

It is me, your Father, I fear for my life now that I am nearing my end for I have still not shared my story. This is why I wrote this letter to you Daughter, I will tell you my story of survival throughout the Holocaust and how I lived through all the unbearable things I had witnessed as well as gone through. My story starts in Dombrowa, Poland. I was born on February 1, 1923. I had a tough childhood growing up. The other children would pick on me and beat me up just for being Jewish. They called me, “Christ-killer,” while carrying out the act of violence.