It all happened very quickly, they bashed on our door and took my father, my big sister and me. My mum had a good enough hiding spot and my baby sister was with her. That was the last time I saw my baby sister. We got stuffed in a cart with lots of other Jewish people. We knew they were Jewish because they had the yellow star on their overcoats.
After 48 hours (which was what I estimated) we were put into two lines. I stood in front of my father& behind my sister. Two middle-aged men in a white coat were telling people to go in different lines. My sister was put in the same line as me. I heard that my father and all the people that were with him got to have a shower. I only found out now what really happened to them.
My sister and I were put on a train to go to Poland. We were in a cart with no roof in the middle of winter. There was no room to sit so we all had to stand with our hands in the air. Every so often the train would stop and let a few more people into other carriages of the train. While people were coming in the solders would throw in half eaten loaves of bread which would cause us all to push our way to the bread, the soldiers would sit and laugh.
We were enslaved for three years. One day I realised that a young man about our age was getting very skinny, so I decided too throw him my bread, because there were tall gates I threw my bread over there gate for him. He jumped to catch the bread and landed on the gate so he got electrocuted and died. It was my fault an innocent person died, I will never forgive myself.
We were putting shoes together for the Nazis. One day my sister and I decided we weren't going to do this any more. We asked Shlomo a young man, to distract the guards. He pretended to faint while we climbed out of the window.
We were in hiding till the war ended. My sister and I went to look for food twice a week and we ate most animals that passed by. People would call us poachers but I would call it finding food. On a good day (very windy and cold, a day no one would be out in) we caught some fish and that lasted for about a week but it made our hole stink. We lived in a hole and we had storage of edible long lasting food like mushrooms. We were always cold in winter and to hot in summer.
We lived with two other people. They helped us make a fire in winter and keep us cool in summer. We learned to enjoy what we had. At least it was better than eating one potato and apiece of bread and a bit of warm water with a coffee or a salty taste and fixing shoes, it was a lot better. I would pray every night that my mother my father and my little sister were okay.
When the war was over there were lots of people coming to look for people like us, they were like angels. They gave us food and warm clothes. The people helped us look for our family. We were lucky to find my mother we were luckier than most people. And still to this day I think, "Why me?"
