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Journal Three Thoughts swirled my head like bees around honey. Why was this happening to me? What did I ever do to deserve to be treated like this? I know I wasn't the best student in school, but at least I still tried my best. Why would anybody do this to us? I don't even know how somebody could live with their self knowing that everyday they were making so many people suffer. Half of these people were great people they had done a lot of great things in their life! They didn't deserve to be in a death camp! If only the man who was doing this  knew what it was like for us. Anger was always something that I had trouble controlling, I would

Journal Two Scraping for food was getting harder and harder everyday. More people kept getting brought in everyday. Making more and more piles of dead bodies I had to watch get dragged to the crematory. It still shakes me thinking that one day that could be my body in that pile. I was always drawing more and more weak as the day grew longer. Fearing that I may not make it much longer. I watched so many people fall asleep and never wake up again; I was afraid that I wasn't going to wake up one morning. Sometimes I didn't know wether to fear death or embrace it. The memories of the first time I came here still haunt my dreams at night. It al

Journal One I looked up at the sign wondering if I will ever be able to make it through it again...alive. They said that we were just being sent to labor camps and thats all that it would be. Of course they lied to us; just trying to get us to go with them. It was not like we had much of a choice though. It was either death on the spot or going to a labor camp. Most chose  to just shut up and get on the carts to the camp. I was one of those people, but some would fight back and just end up getting shot. I was scared and still couldn't believe all of this was really happening. I remember being a little girl and having such big dreams about