Iche Hasse Dich, Leben.

I clung to my small bear, my mom coaxing me outside, we had to get out before night ended, and if we didn't make it, we'd be captured by the Nazi's, and... well... my mom called them 'awful, cold places that almost no one comes back from' but I keep hearing 'concentration camps'... and if we don't leave, we will be sent there either way... because we are Jews... I don't know... what is so special about that... why people hate us for that, why our friends turned in fear for that...

I don't know why people spat on me, as I walked by, I don't know why they burned my books, I don't know anything.. but... the thing my mom said 'No matter what, we will get through this.. and if we don't, then we won't have to deal with them anymore.'

I wasn't allowed to pack much, because we had to leave quickly, we were so close we could smell the camps from here... my mom told me they were burning compost, so I just left it at that.

We hurried out of the house, and around the first street away from it. We were so lucky to be alive.. and we have to make it through Germany.. and into France, or Britian... but that seems as though it'd take forever, and if we were caught... while, no one told me... what would happen..

My mom managed to smile at me, as she saw the distress in my eyes, she took my hand, and ripped off our stars, threw them in our luggage, and we ran. We ran. Until our legs couldn't take us anymore.

They'd taken my father, and my brother at their work a few days before.. so we were traveling with only two people.. though everyone says this is safer.

We kept going, sleeping in bushes, and feilds during night, running during day. We were getting away,finding our friends.. my mom said, we were either going to the Allies, or a friends house on the outskirts of Germany, it really depended on what was going on when we got at our friends house.

After many weeks, and close encounters with Nazi's, we made it to a small villa, but it was burnt, and the door kicked open. My mom fell to her knees, while I walked inside, I wanted to see what had happened.

I stopped at a picture of a girl my age, cracked down the middle, I slipped it in my pocket, and looked around, I couldn't get through the rubble, I could only barely exit.. while I was leaving, I thought I saw a charred body in the middle of the wreckage, but I didn't want to know...

I grabbed my mom's hand, and gave her a small smile, as she had given me... "Iche Hasse Dich, Leben." She scoffed, but we kept walking.... we had to...

But, we were caught... my mother threw herself infront of me, to block the bullet, she went flying down "MUTTER!!" I cried, and raced to her, the Nazi's grabbed my hair, and drug me off...

"..M-muttie..." I cried, being slammed into the back of a full train. "Ich hasse dich, das Leben ... allerdings habe ich noch Hoffnung" I cried out, but the woman silenced me "Sh...sh..." I drifted to sleep in her arms, even though the world seemed to end, all at once...

Jeder hat eine Geschichte, sei es traurig, blutig und blutig. Weil wir durchqueren Leben, abgesehen von Angst