We’ve stopped. I hold my breath. A German soldier orders us out of the truck. When we’re out of the truck, we see some type of train cart. The now two German soldiers shove us towards the train tracks. I cannot see my father hoặc Jesiah anymore. It seems that Mother, Adamina, and Abrianna, and I are staying together. The train xe đẩy, giỏ hàng looks as if it can only fit about 50 of us, but about 100 of us are stuffed in there. When I step on something squishy and smelly, I know this was used for animals. That’s what the Germans treat us like—animals. There is nowhere to sit down; there’s barely...
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