I saw a woman the other day exchanging what we here call, "a chance for life," with a German soldier. When the deed was done he tossed her a slice of bread. When she reached for it she was shot, a risk we, as women, must all take.

I can here the sound of laughter off in the distance. Probably another soul being degraded and tortured. The woman next to me is ill with pains in the head. Her stomach is bloated and her hair infested with lice like many others. I haven't showered in such a long time. I can't wait for it to rain. Tomorrow we are to be inspected. I fear for my life. If the rain comes at least I can cleanse myself.

I haven't seen my husband or son through the barbed fence and I fear the worst. Stanley will be twelve in a few days. It's frightening to think I may never see him again. Izzy my husband I pray for. He isn't a big man and

So, here I am still surviving the struggle for a breath of fresh air, and a scrap of molded bread, like many others. Someday, yes someday, I'll be home once more. The siren is going off in the distance. Today is a new day of judgment. I pray I will not be the one to be judged.

I was loaded on a splintered boxcar with a hundred other Jews like me, and traveled here to the labor camp. The Germans said it was a place for work, they lied. I remembered how it smelled of ammonia and human flesh in the car. Every time the train stopped we begged and pleaded for mercy but the Germans did not care. They would merely laugh and shoot at the cars as if it was a game. Several next to me got hit and I remembered their warm once living bodies slamming into me and bleeding out onto the floor.

Then I thought about my husband. Would I ever see him again. Day turned into night as I approached the camp. We were stripped of clothes and dignity and paraded around like cattle. My locks of long hair were later shaved off. I was told to put on this ragged dress, which I still wear today, and told line up next to the others. The sound of gunfire was overwhelming to me. I prayed that I wouldn't be the next victim.

I feared the worst. I questioned my life was I to be next. The train stopped o

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Approximate Word count = 878
Approximate Pages = 4 (250 words per page double spaced)