I remember the day as if it was yesterday. The year was 1941, and as I sat and tried to eat my breakfast I watched with fear as my mother spoke to my father, her voice trembling, she talked about how Yugoslavia had been invaded by the Axis powers, and was now being split into occupational homes. My father, while trying to hold back tears, was attempting to calm my mother down. I, even only being 16, knew very well what was happening, as I had constantly listened to my parents talk privately about the current events that were happening, and I was no way prepared for it.
Later the next day my family had started to pack. Of course my parents wouldn’t say a word to me about why we were packing, no matter how many times I asked. After awhile I …show more content…
We listened to many, but there was one that stuck out to me. The man telling the story was my dad’s old work friend Gerald Weber, he said, “When it first began, it was just us being in ghettos, and wearing yellow stars on us. We didn’t find it that bad, until the real horror began. It all started off as a normal day, I was eating my breakfast with Marsha and Macie,” Marsha being his wife, and Macie his daughter. He began crying as he said, “They came in out of nowhere, barged right in a took me away from my wife and daughter’s arms, the last thing I heard from them was the sound of them screaming and crying. I can’t get it out of my head.” After saying that he finally was able to catch his breath, and calm down, he continued, “They took us and put us on the train cars that would be taking us to a new place. None of us knew where, but it’s not like we had a choice not to go. When we were there we realized we were at camps, holocaust camps, and we were not happy at all. I can’t even really remember what happened, it's all like a nightmare, a terrifying nightmare, and let me tell you, many people died, so many people died.” as he began sobbing again I didn’t even want to know what he was going to say next, “They died, my Marsha and Macie died, they left me, NO, they took them from me! I just don’t understand why someone would do that, it doesn’t make any sense, do you know why Ivo, do you?” And he kept
Later the next day my family had started to pack. Of course my parents wouldn’t say a word to me about why we were packing, no matter how many times I asked. After awhile I …show more content…
We listened to many, but there was one that stuck out to me. The man telling the story was my dad’s old work friend Gerald Weber, he said, “When it first began, it was just us being in ghettos, and wearing yellow stars on us. We didn’t find it that bad, until the real horror began. It all started off as a normal day, I was eating my breakfast with Marsha and Macie,” Marsha being his wife, and Macie his daughter. He began crying as he said, “They came in out of nowhere, barged right in a took me away from my wife and daughter’s arms, the last thing I heard from them was the sound of them screaming and crying. I can’t get it out of my head.” After saying that he finally was able to catch his breath, and calm down, he continued, “They took us and put us on the train cars that would be taking us to a new place. None of us knew where, but it’s not like we had a choice not to go. When we were there we realized we were at camps, holocaust camps, and we were not happy at all. I can’t even really remember what happened, it's all like a nightmare, a terrifying nightmare, and let me tell you, many people died, so many people died.” as he began sobbing again I didn’t even want to know what he was going to say next, “They died, my Marsha and Macie died, they left me, NO, they took them from me! I just don’t understand why someone would do that, it doesn’t make any sense, do you know why Ivo, do you?” And he kept