The Holocaust- Creative Writing

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My name is Eva Berlinski. I’m only 13 years old and I was brought up in a Jewish family in Germany. My family and I were sent off to a ghetto in February of 1944. We have only been here for five months, but it seems like five years. So many awful things have happened here. First, the fence was finished, and nobody can go out or come in anymore. Second, the Aryans who used to live in the area of the ghetto all left during these few days to make place for the Jews. From today on, we’re not in a ghetto anymore, but in a ghetto camp. On every house, there is a notice which tells exactly what we’re not allowed to do, signed by Gendarme Lieutenant-Colonel Peterffy, commander of the ghetto camp. Everything here is forbidden, but the most awful thing of all is that the punishment for everything is death. There is no difference between things; no standing in the corner, no spankings, no food taken away, no yellings, nothing at all. The lightest and heaviest punishment – death. The gendarmes once came into the house and took all the food we brought along from the pantry, and we go to bed at 9 p.m. every night, and from now on we are supposed to get up at five o’clock in the morning. This has also been ordered by the gendarmes who took everything away from us. I have no idea how things are going to be now. Every time I think that this is the end, things couldn’t possibly be worse, and then I find out that it’s always possible for everything to get worse, and it gets even much more worse than I could ever imagine. Until now we had food, but from now on, there won’t be anything to eat. No one here really cares about starving. All they say is that if we stay alive, we will be able to fix all of the problems. There is no way we could possibly fix anything with the gendarmes in the way.

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