December 19,
1944
I woke up
today to the rancid smell of human waste and body odor. I walk outside to see
the complete dismay we have been living in. I see to look of death to come on so
many peoples faces. The look in the children’s eyes is a look of despair. The
sun hits me and I fell warm but still freezing. The dark black smoke billows out
of the stacks they have been doing that all day. The smell outside is not that
different from the smell inside. The wind only helps a small amount it just
blows away the smell only to replace with a new smell sometimes worse than the
last. I feel the hunger inside of me building up inside. As I look at the people
around me I see their bones showing through their clothes. We all have been
broken down piece by piece since we arrived here. The children suffer more than
the adults because some just don’t know why people would do this to them and
their families. A young boy is crying asking if anyone has seen his father who
went away with the group of men yesterday towards the buildings near the smoke
stacks. The boy walks off towards the fence to cry on his own with no one to
comfort him. Suddenly a group of shoulders round up a group to go with them
towards the stacks the boy is one of them being rounded up. They begin to walk
and all I can think of is what will happen to them why do they do this every day
and what goes in in those buildings. I turn and walk to a place where I can be
alone and not watch people suffer and so I can rest in peace as I grow weary and
tired I begin to realize that I am going to die here. We all are going to die
here.
December 20,
1944
I woke up
this morning to be yelled at by a soldier telling me to get up. I was my day to
work. As I walked with my group over to where we will be working for the day we
passed close to the building there was nothing there I glimpsed inside an open
door I spied piles of clothing all the same like the ones me and everyone else
in the camp are wearing except for the soldiers. I can’t help but think about
the boy yesterday what happened to him? Did he finally find his father? Is he
even alive right now? As we arrive at thee location we begin to dig a deep hole
in the ground. None of us know why we are digging these pits all we know is that
we have been digging a lot of them since we arrived here every day a different
group digs While another is sent to clean the ashes out of the ovens where the
stacks sprout from. We dig all day till the pit is deep enough to the soldier’s
satisfactions.
December 21,
1944
We all have been in such despair that
we all forgot that it was Hanukkah soon we all are sad that we can’t spend this
holiday with our families. I begin to wonder where my wife and daughters are. We
were all separated from each other in June I miss my family so much. My son and
I were still together in august but he was sick even before this all happened
and he died in my arms he looked so peaceful when he passed away. I was happy
that he no longer had to suffer the way I am now. There is something going on
around the camp all the soldiers are becoming impatient with us. We hope and
pray that there is someone coming to rescue us from this hell we are in. some of
the soldiers have left. And at morning the few remaining had the entire camp
digging holes larger than the ones we were digging for the past few months. The
smell from the stacks is getting worse. The smoke not stopped and even more men
and children form the camps have left with the soldiers I fear that all of our
lives are in danger
