Nobody knows what's gonna happen. Nobody knows where we are. Nobody knows if they ever get to see their family again. The only thing we know is why we're here. Because we are different, we believe in something. Somehow we we're not good enough, only because we're Jews.
I wake up to the sound of the bossy guard's voice. «Wake up! Immediately!» he's shouting. I get up quickly from my hard three-story bed, thinking of the wonderful dream I had tonight. I dreamt of a world with freedom. A world without war and discrimination. Everybody was nice to eachother and nothing like segregation existed. But ofcourse that's just a dream, things are different here.
All I can think of when I'm out working is how much I want to hit the guard behind me. No matter how many times I try, it's wrong. No matter how hard I work, it's not good enough. All he does is to complain. His loud voice is like a ticking bomb inside my head. My body is so exhausted. And my legs are starting to look like matchsticks. The only "food" we get here is a soup tasting like water. For breakfast, lunch and dinner. It scares me to take a look around, everybody is thin like pencils! I'm so close to just giving up, but then I think of my dear family.