Ghetto Narrative

1st Month It’s not as bad as it was made out to be. I had been evacuated out of my house, and into a ghetto. I have never been closer to my community than I have now. We are in immediate vicinity of each other and we are able to socialize and operate normally for a community from a certain aspects. The guards aren’t being heinous, and they seem to take our best interest in mind. I mean sure, they may have taken away our liberties such as taking away my gold, but it’s all orders given to them. The only real part I really have to complain about is the living space. Sure I like to be within a close community but at times it can be excessive. We were forced to live within a small single bedroom household, we being 15 pungent smelling jews. I still have my beautiful Aryan …show more content…
They had started evacuating jews out of the ghetto, and cramming us into trains. Families where in which are interracial take different trains, because interracial marriage has become illegal. A good friend of mine, James had his wife and daughter taken away while he resides alone in the ghetto. I pity the poor man. I could never imagine losing my wife Anastasia. We had met in Hamburg and it was love at first sight. She was a Aryan Immigrant, and she radiated all things holy. My faith in god was precarious at the time being, as I was going through troublesome experience. After meeting her I was convinced she was a gift from god, which restored my faith and I had the luck to have her convert. We then had my daughter Maria. A blessing given to us for our good faith. A child who is strictly made up of positive auras. If I were to lose either of them, my devastation would be incomparable. I believe in an all merciful god, and I am deserving of his mercy. So I shall not fear, God is Good, Good is God. Psalm 23:4 “Even though I walk through the valley of the shadow of death, I will fear no evil, for you are with me; your rod and your staff, they comfort