

Blessings
were said and prayers were uttered. I felt safe.
The
people in the city hated us, the soldiers hated us more.
The
streets became dangerous.
Houses
were burned, windows were shattered, Jews killed and wounded.
We
could hear the distant gunshots and screams.
But
in the synagogue I felt safe.
Food
was hard to find.
We
grew hungrier.
The
streets were filled with people who had died of hunger.
"They
are killing us!" cried out hopeless angry men.
My
heart beat with fear.
The
soldiers were taking all the Jews away by train.
Where,
no one knew.
We
went on the train; it was so dark we couldn't see a thing.
When
we got off the train everyone knew what was going to happen.
We
were going to die.
I
grabbed my father's hand, I felt safe.
Emma
Salja
Grade
8
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