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