Mara Isabel Carrasco Cara Chards No.

de Cuenta 30755014-1

11/03/11

AN UNPLEASANT TRIP

It was finally the day everyone was waiting for. We were going on an amazing trip, or at least thats what weve been told. All my neighbors and even my family seemed to be very exited, but not me, it sounded very good to be truth. The people with the black suits showed us a video of the place we were moving to. It was wonderful, beautiful white houses with green grass and an incredibly big backyard, a fun schedule with fantastic activities and great meals. But the greatest thing was that we were going to share all these fantastic things with the people we love.

But as I said before, it sounded really good to be truth. My wife, Hankel, used to tell me how could this be a lie when were actually paying for it?. She was right, they made us pay. But I kept saying my self it was something weird in this story. Nevertheless what could I do? My family was very exited about this, Szmul and Szaja, my lovely children wouldnt forget me if I didnt accept so I did it. We packed everything from clothes to our beautiful gold Menorah.

When we arrived to the station the black suit people were registering everybody. When we were waiting in the queue I had the feeling that something was going realy bad, it wasnt only my imagination. I actually saw how the Immergluck family was being separated. They put Zygmunt and Kurt, the young sons, in another queue with a lot of young people. And then Emille and Joseph in the children and old people queue. But it was very late to do something. A blond, blue-eyed man asked me: Last name?, Scwarzmann I replied. He searched in an interminably list. Finally when he found our names he said our names. Put your luggage in that table. And go to that section. Weve been told that our luggage was going to be in our new home when we arrive. It was time, we went to the wagon and what was my surprise, there were no seats! My worst fear was coming to reality. We were about 150 people in one small wagon with no light and ventilation but a tiny window. Some hours later after the train left, we were suffocating it was like hell!. I saw how people just couldnt breath and died there.

One day passed, we had no foor nor water about twenty people was already dead when mi little Szaja, my poor little girl fainted in my feet. I was so scared, but I could barely move. Finaly when I was able to carry my girl she wasnt breathing. I wanted to die but it had no time for crying, the same thing happened to my beloved Hankel, mi life partner, the love of my life. It was the worst day of my life. I just hug my son hopping to survive.

When we arrived to the place we were alive. The place was really different from what we heve been told. It was a horrible place. They asked our names again and when they asked me my sons age y was frightening. se-seven I said. They grabbed my kid and shot him. he wouldnt resist a man said. My poor Szmul was there laying in the ground with blood everywere. And nobody did anything.

It was the most unpleasant trip of my life. My hole family died there. And here I am writing this, hidden and hopping to be found and shot. I just cant handle this life of explotation, watching how they kill all the people around me. Some of my room partners say that they have some rooms were they take you to take a shower and you die. I hope thats truth. But in the midtime, if I survive, I hope my story would be known. That I Dawid Schwarzmann survived this german hell.