Dear Moshe the Beadle, I have received news that you have escaped. Are you well Moshe? I ‘am very happy that instead of you I am here, no one in the world should ever have to endure these hardships. But, I am truly sorry for not believing in you, even when you were telling the truth. I was caught up in the ideas and thoughts of all the other Jews, who are now homeless and starving. Tell me Moshe, what could I have done? I tried to persuade my father to move to Palestine like other Jews were, but if he left what would it tell the other Jews. The little hope that the people of Sighet once had is now just a distant memory. Oh, how much I wish we had listened to you, we could have prevented all these horrific events from happening, but now it’s too late, I fear that time has now run out. Here back in Sighet it’s a struggle, day by day they are taking more of our rights. First the people had all thought that the Germans just wanted our gold and valuables, but now we realize that they have a much bigger plan for us. The German and Hungarian Police are transporting all the Jews out of Sighet onto cattle cars and to an unknown location. When I heard this I instantly thought of the place where you said all those Jews were shot and killed, will we be going there too? I and my family will leave tomorrow, but until then we have to live in ghettos. They have surrounded us with barbed wire, we can't even leave our homes, we can't keep valuable items and we must wear the Star of Almighty David at all times. Children and Elders are shocked with the events that are occurring, having to leave their homes in a day, and be segregated from all the others. There’s nothing I can do about it though, so I just wait and pray that something good will happen to us, and the place we go is not worst then the present. Here we are being treated like animals and it makes me sick to the stomach! What kind of people makes their own live like caged animals. Everybody is dirty and we all smell horrible, because we are not allowed any soap and shaving cream. I feel like breaking down every time I hear the children screaming and crying. As I try to sleep at night waiting for the deportation I just imagine drifting away and getting as far away from this place as possible. Even though we still all have some hope we are all still very scared in the inside. The officers treat us like dirt and hit everyone who does not follow orders. I never would have imagined for people to be so cruel. I try to each as much as I can to be strong for the journey but mother says we have to save the food for the journey. I have seen many people who are dehydrated and lack nutrition. The