Personal Narrative: Life In The Warsaw Ghetto

I’m Adam and I am eleven years old. I am the only son of my mother Adina and my father Levi. I live in Poland, in the Warsaw Ghetto. We were forced into coming here on the 26th of August, 1943. We are trapped in here and surrounded by a 10 foot wall, built by the Germans to imprison us. Every day is a struggle for survival, I try to smuggle everything I can find into the ghetto for my starving family, to feed my family or trade for food. Late one afternoon, I was bringing soup to my sick Grandmother when I saw three German soldiers walking into her shelter. I quickly hid behind a thick brick column so that they couldn’t see me. They were carrying her out and she was kicking and screaming. They put her into their truck and headed down the …show more content…
My Grandmother had become very frail due to the terrible conditions within the ghetto. She had become weak due to the lack of food and medicine and I was very worried that her time with us was nearing the end. Life in the ghetto was nearly unbearable. It was hard for my family to keep warm and to find enough food to keep healthy. We were very overcrowded and the plumbing was no longer working. The smell of human waste drifted through the streets and the garbage was stacked high. There were dead bodies everywhere with flies buzzing around them. There was no way we could stop the spread of contagious diseases throughout the ghetto. We were all worried that my Grandmother would not be strong enough to survive her illness but none of us ever dreamt that she would be taken to the extermination camp. As a Jewish family, we had been segregated from the rest of the community and forced into the ghetto by Hitler and his German Army. I could no longer go to school, we had lost all of our possessions and my father was forced to work in the labour camps by the Germans. The Germans had taken everything from us but we would continue to try and beat them for as long as we