As I sit, crammed, in the dark, damp, musty, smelly corner of this old, wooden train, which is packed with hundreds of other holocaust survivors, I recall the very vivid night of which I was first captured; a night I will never forget. It was a warm, starry night during August, the summer after my sophomore year in high school. I was with my boyfriend, Luke, and my younger sister Serenity. We were walking down the narrow sidewalk, back to his house, in the shadows of the old, dim street lights. Germany is usually a pretty safe, kid-friendly place. Most of the people are respectful and polite; at least that’s what we thought. As we took our time walking across an intersection, due to the fact there were no cars around, halfway back to Luke’s …show more content…
We walked slowly miles and miles every day. However, one day we heard a train from a few miles away. We cleared the train tracks and walked far off to the side. Little did we know the train was taking people to that other mysterious camp. The train came to a screeching halt right beside us. With a train loaded down that much they couldn’t travel very fast in general, no wonder it took weeks on end to get back and forth between camps, so it wasn’t that difficult to stop. I had a panic attack. We’ve been caught! We’re going to be in so much trouble! They’re going to kill us! Sure enough, four men from the front car jumped out in a heap and raced over to us. They were yelling in German to one another, something I couldn’t make out. We were forced into the middle car, with hundreds of other confused people, and the strain started up again on the way to the mystery …show more content…
We were at this new camp for a year or two when we received the news. Policemen showed up in their clean uniforms one morning right after we all got our rations. There were thousands of them. They barged into the camp, with weapons handy, fought and arrested the officers that ran this camp. I’m not sure what happened back at Auschwitz, the other camp, but I couldn’t believe my eyes. Were we going to be set free? Is this finally ending after what felt like thousands of years?
The policemen announced that we would be taken into town, back to the police station, and eventually to the hospital. This brought tears to my eyes. I couldn’t believe we could finally go home. I can go home to my family, and I can go home with Luke and Serenity by my sides. I felt bad for the thousands who died during these past years, whom of which will never see their families again. I was so thankful we made it out alive.
And that’s where I am now. I’m currently still on the train to the police station with Luke and Serenity sitting by my sides, the happiest we’ve ever been in
And when I saw these things that were taken from the prisoners (there is also one room just filled with hair), all the pieces came together in my mind, and I realized the first time on an emotional basis the whole horror… I found the toughest guy in our group, who would normally never show feelings, standing in front of a display cabinet with baby shoes crying. When the tour ended, we didn't know how to look our Polish friends in the eyes again… When our Polish friends saw us again after their tour and saw that we were all shocked and some still crying, they came up to us and told us that we shouldn't be ashamed at all and that we are not responsible for the deeds of our ancestors. It took me a few years to get to the point where I could really feel that way, but I got there
The brutality the Germans displayed in the 1930s through the 1940s was utterly horrifying. In the novel Night by Elie Wiesel, the author’s harrowing experience is shared. The Holocaust is worldly known as being one of the largest genocides in history, but not many truly understand what it was like to live through and witness. A lot of people had their life taken away whether figuratively or literally and many discovered so much loss that they became unphased by it after a while. Many who encountered the cruelty and merciless of the Germans have passed but a few remain that live to tell their story to the world and try to explain the feelings that coursed through them during the genocide and even now. Wiesel, who lived in Auschwitz for
Although many people, when looking back at the Holocaust, immediately think of the Nazis terrorizing the Jews, what some people do not realize is that there may have been other factors that influenced this atrocity, which stripped the Jews of their basic human needs, their families, and their faith. Several survivors narrate just these things when asked to recount their time during the Holocaust, but many never really talk about the ambience being felt. However, one survivor focuses on this very fact. Written by Holocaust survivor and Nobel Peace Prize winner Elie Wiesel, Night recounts his time spent from before the concentration camps up to the time when he was liberated by the Americans. This memoir, which is depressing at best and disheartening at worst, may not seem particularly exciting to read, but it will certainly not be forgotten anytime soon.
The Holocaust will forever be known as one of the largest genocides ever recorded in history. 11 million perished, and 6 million of the departed were Jewish. The concentration camps where the prisoners were held were considered to be the closest one could get to a living hell. There is no surprise that the men, women, and children there were afraid. One was considered blessed to have a family member alongside oneself. Elie Wiesel was considered to be one of those men, for he had his father working side by side with him. In the memoir Night, by Elie Wiesel, a young boy and his father were condemned to a concentration camp located in Poland. In the concentration camps, having family members along can be a great blessing, but also a burden. Elie Wiesel shows that the relationship with his father was the strength that kept the young boy alive, but was also the major weakness.
Thousands of people were sent to concentration camps during World War Two, including Primo Levi and Elie Wiesel. Many who were sent to the concentration camps did not survive but those who did tried to either forgot the horrific events that took place or went on to tell their personal experiences to the rest of the world. Elie Wiesel and Primo Levi wrote memoirs on their time spent in the camps of Auschwitz; these memoirs are called ‘Night’ and ‘Survival in Auschwitz’. These memoirs contain similarities of what it was like for a Jew to be in a concentration camp but also portray differences in how each endured the daily atrocities of that around them. Similarities between Elie Wiesel and Primo Levi’s memoirs can be seen in the proceedings that
A Lucky Child by Thomas Buergenthal is a memoir about his time as a Jewish child in multiple ghettos and death camps in and around Germany during World War II. The author shares about his reunions with family and acquaintances from the war in the years between then and now. Buergenthal wished to share his Holocaust story for a number of reasons: to prevent himself from just being another number, to contribute to history, to show the power and necessity of forgiveness, the will to not give up, and to question how people change in war allowing them to do unspeakable things. The memoir is not a cry for private attention, but a call to break the cycle of hatred and violence to end mass crimes.
The memoir Night by Elie Wiesel gives an in depth view of Nazi Concentration Camps. Growing up in the town of Sighet, Transylvania, Wiesel, a young Jewish boy at the innocent age of 12, whose main focus in life was studying the Kabbalah and becoming closer in his relationship with God. In the memoir, Elie Wiesel reflects back to his stay within a Nazi Concentration Camp in hopes that by sharing his experiences, he could not only educate the world on the ugliness known as the Holocaust, but also to remind people that by remembering one atrocity, the next one can potentially be avoided. The holocaust was the persecution and murder of approximately six million Jew’s by Aldolf Hitler’s Nazi army between 1933 and 1945. Overall, the memoir shows
It is a miracle that Lobel and her brother survived on their own in this world that any adult would find unbearable. Indeed, and appropriately, there are no pretty pictures here, and adults choosing to share this story with younger readers should make themselves readily available for explanations and comforting words. (The camps are full of excrement and death, all faithfully recorded in direct, unsparing language.) But this is a story that must be told, from the shocking beginning when a young girl watches the Nazis march into Krakow, to the final words of Lobel's epilogue: "My life has been good. I want more." (Ages 10 to 16) --Brangien Davis
Others weep for the ones lost. They then got prison clothes that were ridiculously fitted. They made exchanges and went to a new barracks in the “gypsies’ camp.” They waited in the mud for a long time. They were permitted to another barracks, with a gypsy in charge of them.
During World War II there was event that lead to deaths of millions of innocent people. This even is known as the holocaust, millions of innocent people were killed violently, there was mass murders, rapes and horrific tortures. The question I will attempt to answer in the course of this paper is if the holocaust was a unique event in history. In my opinion there were other mass murders that people committed justified by the feeling of being threatened. But I don 't believe that any were as horrific and inhumane as Germany’s genocide of the Jewish people.
Jewish people weren’t the only ones sent to concentration camps. People such as people with disabilities, Homosexuals, Gypsies, Jehovah’s Witnesses, Communists, and Socialists (Byers.p.12). Everyone that was sent to concentration camps was sent via train cars (www.historychannel.com). They had no food, water, or restrooms for up to 18 days. Many people died from the lack of food and water (Byers, p.15).
Even though usually these people from the sounds of it were usually just swept under a rug, or that the camp would clean its act up when the state or others came to check on it isn’t. From the way that the book put it sounds like no one really started to question the methods of the camp until they were brought to light by the civil rights movement. Even then it took someone who knew someone there or someone who spent time there, for them to even hear about it. When it did make the headlines in was used to break the “Restless Race-Mixers” who wanted to put an end to segregation laws. This came as a shock to me and to think that our country put basically innocent people in facility that had for decades had been used on criminal that had committed murdered, rape, and other crimes, not protesting. Then for them to be stripped of all their dignity a face punish that was meant to break them. While yes, this punish didn’t match that, that was used on the convicts and no hands per se were laid upon them; they still face a form of torture. This was wrong and to think that this didn’t make the government question these methods, is a flaw from our past that we have to deal
“Wake up Lily! The Germans are taking us!” yelled my mother. I jumped out of bed and packed a bag full of valuables and clothing.
Director Mark Herman presents a narrative film that attests to the brutal, thought-provoking Nazi regime, in war-torn Europe. It is obvious that with Herman’s relatively clean representation of this era, he felt it was most important to resonate with the audience in a profound and philosophical manner rather than in a ruthlessness infuriating way. Despite scenes that are more graphic than others, the films objective was not to recap on the awful brutality that took place in camps such as the one in the movie. The audience’s focus was meant to be on the experience and life of a fun-loving German boy named Bruno. Surrounding this eight-year-old boy was conspicuous Nazi influences. Bruno is just an example of a young child among many others oblivious of buildings draped in flags, and Jewis...
Imagine waking up on a normal day, in your normal house, in your normal room. Imagine if you knew that that day, you would be taken away from your normal life, and forced to a life of death, sickness, and violence. Imagine seeing your parents taken away from you. Imagine watching your family walk into their certain death. Imagine being a survivor. Just think of the nightmares that linger in your mind. You are stuck with emotional pain gnawing at your sanity. These scenerios are just some of the horrific things that went on between 1933-1945, the time of the Holocaust. This tragic and terrifying event has been written about many times. However, this is about one particularly fascinating story called The Boy in the Striped Pajamas by John Boyne.