Peter Gies: A Short Story

One day Peter Gies, a Jew in Germany, was sitting on the porch with his brother, wondering what the future held for him. If only he knew what was in surprise for him. His twin brother asked him what was on his mind. He replied that he was wondering what was going to happen in the future. His twin said he thought nothing would change, he said this because he very much liked his life here and did not want it to change. He was very wrong.
2 years later they found themselves in Auschwitz, the most famous nazi death camp. You can see how he was wrong. When he was first transferred there, he learned how hungry you can get. Soup, bread, and margarine was all they had to eat every day. None of it was very good or filling at all. He asked himself, what would he not do for food.
Eventually, he

was simply too hungry, and every night he would sneak out and steal food, starting small and going bigger each night, as his hunger grew. One night as he snuck out, treading with the feet of hermes, to the food storage. He had found a small hole in the wall of the storage that was not guarded, it had been made by shrapnel from a bombing run. When he was crawling out of it to return, saw an SS officer standing right in front of his exit! He did not know what to do, as all exits were guarded.
He hid in there all night, as quietly as he could be. This reminded him of when he was a child, when he went wandering into a pigsty late at night in the nextdoors farmer's house, and the farmer, not realizing he was in there, shut it up and locked it. He had had to stay in there all night, and it was not until morning that he got out of there. The whole time he felt as if the clutches of death might grasp him at any point.
Back in the present, he was able to sleep in there, so he was awake all night. When morning struck, the guard left for breakfast, and he was able to slip out unnoticed.
Peter checked back that night to see if it was still being guarded. Unfortunately for him, it was still being guarded. He was hungry, even after eating that night and 2 meals today. He had to get the food, it was like a sort of addiction.
He told himself that he must find a way to get in. After thinking for a few minutes, he decided he would try and climb the wall on the backside of the building, then use the service staircase to get inside. He reached his first problem quickly, getting on the roof. It was a two story building, about fifteen feet tall. But he found a water pipe and painfully shimmied up it. Then he climbed down the ladder and into the storage.
As he happily started scrunging on a piece of buttered bread, although it was actually margarine, he took no notice of his surroundings.

He only notice that an SS officer was sneaking up on him when the officer tripped over a tub of margarine. He cursed under his breath and threw his remaining hunk of bread at the officer, while he stood up and ran.
The officer chased him out the door and through the courtyard. He thought to himself that he needed to overcome an obstacle of some sort. He saw a small wall used to prop up a broken waste disposal bin. It was about 4 feet high. As he vaulted he realized that he would not be able to make the jump.
There was a big bang as his leg smacked against the top of the wall. He was taken to the hospital immediately with a broken leg. Then, since he was there, Doctor Mengele decided to try out an experiment on him. He put dye in his eyes to see if they would change color. After a few days his eyes had changed color slightly, but his vision was hazy so it was hard for him to see. Several weeks later, he had the sight of Christopher Columbus, and his eyes had completely changed color. A few days later, he became blind. He was told he would be

shot.