The World Of The Tower

The next day, we went to the UN building. There was a long line of families with their children waiting. We went to the front desk and took our number which was 234. After ten minutes, they called number 190. I looked around at the people waiting. They all appeared to be people like us. They were all embarking on the same journey that my family is going on. I wondered about what stories they had, and why they decided to

That’s all I know. Where has he disappeared? Where can I find him? Perhaps you’ve seen him somewhere?” (Wiesel 97).

Roderigo: I believe I could find him. Gather a group of armed men and follow me.

My heart pounded against my ribs. My throat was dry, but I had no one to talk to through the harrowing experience that I had just endured. My backpack not only weighed down my body, but also my morale. I looked around, but there was nobody in sight. Purposefully twisted metal and bright green trees encompassed me. I knew where I was. But I was lost.

I woke up to the Loud shots of gun fire not knowing where I was or how I got here. I quickly (scrambled) to my feet with hundreds of thoughts racing through my mind. When I stepped outside I quickly realized that I was in a nightmare that I could not get out of. I overheard the officers say we were in soldau, i grew up in the area with my mom, dad, grandpa and three older brothers. I walked around looking for someone I knew, anyone. The only way I could come out of this camp alive is to have and ally to ration food and water with. I quickly and (swiftly) scanned the faces of the (miserable) prisoners for someone i knew. One person looked particularly familiar but i could not put my finger on who it was, so i walked up to him and said ‘’hello’’ and before i could say anything more the man hugged me so tight i could barely breath. Still not knowing who this man was i hugged him back as if i had never felt

This trip was unlike any other ones.Getting lost at such a big place, was a scary experience. This is a moment, that I will always remember that changed my outlook on people. No matter what, I learned to put the past behind me and be cautious of my surroundings. I guess that it just shows to make sure you know where everyone is at all times because you never know what can and will happen. From this experience, I learned to keep up with my group at all times and make sure I don’t get left behind even if I don’t like the people I’m working with. This time in my life reminds me to keep a watchful

I was walking around until I spotted him. The old guy was staring at a bunch of old t.v's. Here goes nothing. I sighed and ran towards him.

Once we got there, we looked for the strange man, who we named: mysteryman. We didn't find him on the main floor, so we went to look in the basement. Then we remembered that the ropes snapped, so we looked for handles, which there were. We climbed down the handles to the basement, and looked for mysteryman. We found him sitting in a corner, holding a clipboard and wearing glasses. We slowly approached him, not trying to startle him, and hoping we could talk to him.

“ ‘It took me a full year,’ he said. ‘If you’re worried about someone else tracking you down, remember that. And I knew where to start, and I had good luck. I started checking the motels I knew, asking about a women with a baby. Each time I went to a different place, and last week I hit pay dirt. The clerk at the place you stayed remembered you. She’s retiring next week, by the way.’ He held his thumb and forefinger up, close together. ‘I came this close to missing you forever’”(103).

They thought that they might have been saved and that they were back with their friends and family. To their surprise, they found another group traveling west. They were immediately greeted with stares and whispers.

Why? Why is this happening to me? The torture. The pain. The agony. All these things are all at this one place. The place that gives you sleep-less nights, mental breakdowns, increases stress levels, and many other unhealthy worries that will hurt your future. The leaders there hurt you physically and mentally. They punish you for stuff they tell you to do. They force you to cram information that you won’t remember in 5 years or won’t need. They tell you you will use it later, but a wise elder tells you otherwise. There was a place were all dreams were destroyed. The Alcatraz for children.

I couldn’t find him anywhere. Eventually, I started asking around for him. No one seemed to know where he was. I was getting worried. What if something had happened to him? I asked more people, when finally someone seemed to know the answer.

When I was 16 I went on a mission trip to Peru with my mother. I was extremely anxious while boarding the 7 hour plane ride to a continent I’ve never been to. I had barely any idea of what we were going to do or where in Peru we were going. We landed in Lima after a long 7 hours in the middle seat. We met the others who were attending this mission trip at the airport after we landed. We took a terrifying cab ride back to the housing. The roads were incredibly busy and unorganized. The housing was barely housing at all. The rooms were very tiny with very thin walls. Every room was separated by a deck and to walk to different parts of the building such as the bathroom, you had to walk outside. It was incredibly different from what I was used

Walking and walking, I started speed walking, then eventually running stomping through the snow. I couldn't find him anywhere through the trees. Trees, trees, and more trees! That's all I saw.

To that end, my mother implored my guardians, a village of mostly two-story dwellers who would scream down to me from on high in broken English and varied accents, prompting us to the road most safely traveled. Principalities would keep watch over us through peep holes and windows, while my personal archangels would guide my way from school and church peering through broken metal grated balconies to ensure our safety. There really is nothing like having a red and blue colored siren chirp at you, as a cylindrical projectile carrying the smell of sulfur quickly reminded you that - though you’re not in Hell’s Kitchen, you’re never too far from the