I’ve never wrote in a diary until now nor have I planned on it, but now is the time to start. It's 1933 and I began going to a Hebrew school, but I was only able to go three or four times. I didn’t completely understand why… Until I started to see the changes that were happening in Germany. The people that used to come to my house stopped coming over and I never knew why and eventually the small shop that the family ran in the village had to close. The shop sold flour, sugar, washing powder and other commodities that everyone needed. Then I started to notice that the people who always helped on the farm with the harvest and haymaking slowly but surely began to disappear. As weeks passed the village started to look vacate. Most importantly
