The Ghetto-Personal Narrative

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It was cold when I woke up. My mother was standing over my bed, with a soldier in a light grey uniform with a swastika on his arm, carrying a rifle. “Come on, Dorotka,” he said. The soldiers are moving us to a wonderful place called the Ghetto.” said my mother. Her voice panicked, frantic. I heard desperation in her voice as she spoke. “You can bring what you can carry with you, so pack only the most important things” I looked at the soldier, and he looked at me, with cold dark eyes. “Get up you filthy rat.” he barked. A shiver ran down my body from fear. I hesitantly got out of bed and filled my suitcase with clothes and my favorite stuffed animal, Moishe. He was a round stuffed bunny, who I have treasured since I was born. I looked at him, …show more content…
The truck began to move, and people waved goodbye to families and loved ones passing by. Once the truck arrived at the train station, we were unloaded one by one and separated into groups of men and women. When it was our turn to exit, my papa went to the left, and the rest of us to the right. Do not worry about it! I will find you when we stop.” he yelled. As we were pushed into the line to get onto the train, I realized that we were not getting into the passenger car of the train; we were getting into the cargo hold. As the line moved up, I could see the car was already very full, but they kept shoving people in. There were children and babies, women, and the elderly all packed into this tiny cargo hold. Once we were all loaded, they could barely close the door. Once they did, it was pitch black. I shoved my way to the tiny, exposed window to look outside. I stayed by that window the entire ride. The train passed through mountains, over rivers, across fields, in all types of weather conditions. For 5 days we rode on the bumpy tracks without food or water. My throat was dry, my stomach rumbled every minute. There were no bathrooms, so the train car smelled