I couldn't think of what I was doing anymore, I had gotten so "turned" into a terrifying beast, that I just went with it now. If I had to kill someone, I did it. I questioned my own existince so many times I couldn't keep track. The Nazis were so harsh, it was unbelievable, well, for normal people it was unbelievable, for me, it was normal. The Prisoner numbers had gone down so much. There were about 4,000 Jews left, the numbers had dropped so much. At Treblinka, it was known that not many people survive at all. If anyone survived, it was about 500 people that would survive. We were tortured horribly, it was terrible. At dusk, I had to feed the Soldiers, I had to make hot tea, bread, and more delicious food. Just making it made me feel like
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I would have other people survive than me, I had nothing left. I was the distraction of the get-a-way. So when I made to tea, I dropped it many times, just to stall. They would beat me, but I knew that the other people were doing something great. I had to continue stalling, I would burn the bread, drop the tea, and I got beat like there was no tomorrow, I just kept thinking, I am doing this for other innocent lives! They had finally had enough, I had dropped so much tea, and burnt so much bread. They grabbed me by the hair, punched me in the nose 6 times, and kicked me multiple times. They grabbed me by the arm, and said "You are getting whipped now young stupid man!" I was so scared, but I had no reason to be. If it meant me losing my life for the other prisoners on the escape, I will do it. They put me over this half cylinder little horse saddle thing, and the officer said "Count to 20!" So I did 'Crack' "Ahh! One!" I screamed. "In German!" The officer yelled. 'Crack!' …show more content…
They picked me up, and threw me on the ground. I felt like I had no back anymore, it was throbbing with pain. They walked me back to the office, and I didn't spill anymore things. I think the other prisoners had already broken out, and I was happy about it. Then, just when I thought that the prisoners were gone, I heard multiple gun shots, it sounded like what was sub-machine guns, rifles, and other fully automatic weapons. There were probably 100 Jews left now. My heart dropped, the officer threw me out and he put a gun to my head, he asked me "Did you have any part in this?!" "Yes, I said, I planned the whole thing" I said with a smear. I heard him pull back the hammer on the pistol, and I prayed. I started having flash backs of my life. All of the good, and bad things that happened. I thought of when I first met Anterio, It was one of the best days of my life, then, I saw the picture of him dead laying in his own blood, I started crying. I had though of when I found out my dad owned a bakery, and I got all the fresh food I wanted, that was all gone now. I had nothing, now I was on my knees with a Nazi officer flicking the safety off of the pistol. I could feel his finger on the trigger, pulling
I would have other people survive than me, I had nothing left. I was the distraction of the get-a-way. So when I made to tea, I dropped it many times, just to stall. They would beat me, but I knew that the other people were doing something great. I had to continue stalling, I would burn the bread, drop the tea, and I got beat like there was no tomorrow, I just kept thinking, I am doing this for other innocent lives! They had finally had enough, I had dropped so much tea, and burnt so much bread. They grabbed me by the hair, punched me in the nose 6 times, and kicked me multiple times. They grabbed me by the arm, and said "You are getting whipped now young stupid man!" I was so scared, but I had no reason to be. If it meant me losing my life for the other prisoners on the escape, I will do it. They put me over this half cylinder little horse saddle thing, and the officer said "Count to 20!" So I did 'Crack' "Ahh! One!" I screamed. "In German!" The officer yelled. 'Crack!' …show more content…
They picked me up, and threw me on the ground. I felt like I had no back anymore, it was throbbing with pain. They walked me back to the office, and I didn't spill anymore things. I think the other prisoners had already broken out, and I was happy about it. Then, just when I thought that the prisoners were gone, I heard multiple gun shots, it sounded like what was sub-machine guns, rifles, and other fully automatic weapons. There were probably 100 Jews left now. My heart dropped, the officer threw me out and he put a gun to my head, he asked me "Did you have any part in this?!" "Yes, I said, I planned the whole thing" I said with a smear. I heard him pull back the hammer on the pistol, and I prayed. I started having flash backs of my life. All of the good, and bad things that happened. I thought of when I first met Anterio, It was one of the best days of my life, then, I saw the picture of him dead laying in his own blood, I started crying. I had though of when I found out my dad owned a bakery, and I got all the fresh food I wanted, that was all gone now. I had nothing, now I was on my knees with a Nazi officer flicking the safety off of the pistol. I could feel his finger on the trigger, pulling