Diary Post

   

(point of view of someone who lived during the holocaust)

Dear Diary,
Today was an okay day.I went to school,played,went home and I learned a lot about "the Jews".
Mom says I should be happy that i'm not a Jew because Jews did bad things and now were getting back at them. Although I don't understand what's so terrible about them I mean one of my best friends was Jewish and he was never mean to anyone.Then my teacher told me he had to leave school and will not be returning but then again that happened with a lot of kids.What did they do? My dad always tells me he's serving his country and is proud to get rid of the "monsters". He says he's making it a better place for me. I don't believe it  I mean I want to he's my dad but I can't. Something about the whole thing makes me sick. My sister says they deserve to die. No one deserves to die. A couple weeks ago I saw an old women get hit by a Nazi just because she was Jewish. Surely my dad wouldn't do that. I no longer see the old women, I was hoping I could've told her that it wasn't bad to be Jewish. Also today I think I saw a car that was suppose to hold horses but instead there was like bones inside except they were alive and screaming. I'm only 10 so i'd like to say they were zombies because they were so skinny but I know better. They looked so unhappy I want to help them but father doesn't allow me to go near anyone with the star of David on there clothes. We live in a terrible world my father says but what I think the world that he thinks he's building is even worse.

Sincerely, 
Bruno