To my best friend ever,
It has taken me two years to finally write this letter to you. I think you wonder about the same questions I do, the day the German soldiers took us as prisoner. Well, I’m now in Auschwitz, and I’ve been here for 725 days. It has been just like hell. The day we arrived, the soldiers cut off all the hair we had, and we got some other clothes. We got a “prison-suit”, which they called it. It’s a white and black striped suit. As soon as we passed trough the camp gates, we could sense an atmosphere we never had sensed before. You could feel the intense and the fear the people felt with just being inside this house.
The most awful time here, is when everyone are going to bed. We are 2-3 people in each bed. The children are crying, and the rooms are colder than a fridge box. I’m dreaming every night that I’m lying beside you in a comfortable bed!
People here are from all over Europe. But they are only Jews, gipsies, homophiles, and mentally retarded people. From 6 AM to 6 PM, we’re working as slaves. We usually have to clear away snow or carry sand. When we’re working, people are crying over pain and tiredness. It hurts so much to see this. It makes my homesickness even bigger.