Haunting thoughts seize my mind and for the billionth time that day I shivered in fear. I was here, where the Nazi's were. I was in their past footprints, I was drowning in their stench. I was breathing in their cold air. I was in the place they walked us Jews toward our doom. I was where muddy puddles were being stomped in by German soldiers. I was where my group would scream for freedom.
I was where millions were killed.
I wasn't oblivious just because of my young age, I knew what happened because I saw Hitler march past my town and saw him- what he did to my distant brothers and sisters. "Sie!"
I heard a voice topple over my thoughts like a rapid current and started to run. "No," I mumbled.
I was caught by a rough calloused hand grabbing onto my arm and twisting it back in his direction, I yelped and winced through gritted teeth as I tried and tried to break free, to run.
I couldn't be caught. I couldn't die.
Ok so this is going to have a lot of German in it or Yiddish, so if you don't understand I'd reccomend looking it up? I'm too lazy to do translations, but I'll do it for this one.