March of the Living 1999 Diary

April 13, 7:30 PM

Jacob [Note: the person I was sitting next to on the bus] went to sleep (or the semblance thereof), and there�s a little more light left, so I can continue for a bit. This might get disjointed because I�m throwing random thoughts down on the page. Please bear with me.

First thing that I just remembered: outside the barracks at Birkenau, someone had hung a no-smoking sign. I found that ironic, almost funny.

(it takes so much effort to keep my pen from shaking on this bus and this road)

It�s odd how everyone on the bus has returned so quickly to a state of normality. We�re all having normal conversations. Some people are sleeping. It�s as if nothing happened today. Then again, I�m sure that if people aren�t thinking of it now, everyone will be at some point. It won�t be forgotten.

I had a neat story idea. It would be an alternative universe/history, where the Germans had won WW2. It would be told from the perspective of an Aryan boy, and would probably be set in a classroom, and take the form of his lesson. I�ll have to think about it. It would bring the phrase "history is written by the victors" heavily into play.

I hope I can read this when I�m less tired and am looking back. I�ll write later.

Bye,
Julie