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My name is Franklin Maxis & here's my story. At the time of the hollocost i was young only 11-12 years old. Even though i have German in me, i’m not pure. I also have Jewish in me. How i survived i'm not sure, i guess i'm just lucky. All the starving exhausted people, and I was one of them.

I watched people i care about slowly suffer & to soon die. I remember cleaning burnt bodies & seeing my mother's face. All I could remember was the fight we got into right before we got picked for selection

I remember when selection day came. Me & my family were selected, & fear filled our faces. We stepped on the train & my father held me close. My mother looked at me both in sadness and frustration, as the last thing we said was “i hate you”. I wanted to apologize but i was just too stubborn. She tried to talk to me but all i did was turn away.

When we got to the camp it was cruel. Once stepped into the camp i could smell death & burning flesh. Me and my family were quickly put to work. I wasn't fed my first meal until two whole days later. One day i was put on dead body extraction, and that's when i saw my dead mothers face. I wanted to cry, but i knew I couldn't attract attention to myself. Soon after i could feel & see me and my father slowly starving to death. Then suddenly one day SS guards began realising us quickly, while they started burning the camp.

Once we were realises, we were all weak. After only a few miles many people collapsed and died, including my father. A few days later, American troops found us and started bringing us back to health. Sadly many of us still died due to ro lack of nutrients. I live today but I remember my parents and friends dead face, and it haunts me everyday.

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Megan EliasonMr. Morris English 10May, 8: Elizabeth LintzelMy name is Elizabeth Lintzel, and today I am going to tell you my story. I was born in 1927 in the month of October. My home town is Germany Berlin. My parents’ names are Hermann and wally Lintzel. My mother is Jews, but my father isn’t when they were married and had me and my brother and sister they raised us in a non-religious home. When I was a little girl I enjoyed bike riding, going camping, sledding, and skiing with my family and friends. Even though I was not a Jew I still celebrated Jewish holidays over at my Grandparents house. My father had a great job he was a prominent engineer he provided us with lots of money. I was only 8 years old when the Nazi solder came to my home town, and sense my mother was Jewish, but my father wasn’t I was considering as a half-Jew, because I was a half-Jew I couldn’t go to school, and I couldn’t play with my non-Jew friends. I was a shammed of my Jewish heritage. Sense I couldn’t go to school I had to do hard labor I was only 15 when this happened. My older brother went to work in the salt mines. My brother and sister and I had to be really carful if we acted like we were Jewish we would be sent away to a camp, and would be murdered.  My mother on the other hand was lucky because she married a non-Jew she was a mother to half German kids was protected, but two years later she died from pour heath. I was heartbroken I had a close relationship with my mother. I was also heartbroken when I found out my grandparents and my two aunts were captured and token to one of the death camps. Every day I feared for my life I was scared that I would be transported to a camp and die. Near the end of the war there was lots of booming and the food storage was really scarce I was so worried that I would not make it to see peace in my homeland. I was 17 when the war finally ended and the Russians came and scared off the German. I no longer feared for my life, but I will never forget what I went through, saw, and felt        

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Megan EliasonMr. Morris English 10May, 8: Elizabeth LintzelMy name is Elizabeth Lintzel, and today I am going to tell you my story. I was born in 1927 in the month of October. My home town is Germany Berlin. My parents’ names are Hermann and wally Lintzel. My mother is Jews, but my father isn’t when they were married and had me and my brother and sister they raised us in a non-religious home. When I was a little girl I enjoyed bike riding, going camping, sledding, and skiing with my family and friends. Even though I was not a Jew I still celebrated Jewish holidays over at my Grandparents house. My father had a great job he was a prominent engineer he provided us with lots of money. I was only 8 years old when the Nazi solder came to my home town, and sense my mother was Jewish, but my father wasn’t I was considering as a half-Jew, because I was a half-Jew I couldn’t go to school, and I couldn’t play with my non-Jew friends. I was a shammed of my Jewish heritage. Sense I couldn’t go to school I had to do hard labor I was only 15 when this happened. My older brother went to work in the salt mines. My brother and sister and I had to be really carful if we acted like we were Jewish we would be sent away to a camp, and would be murdered.  My mother on the other hand was lucky because she married a non-Jew she was a mother to half German kids was protected, but two years later she died from pour heath. I was heartbroken I had a close relationship with my mother. I was also heartbroken when I found out my grandparents and my two aunts were captured and token to one of the death camps. Every day I feared for my life I was scared that I would be transported to a camp and die. Near the end of the war there was lots of booming and the food storage was really scarce I was so worried that I would not make it to see peace in my homeland. I was 17 when the war finally ended and the Russians came and scared off the German. I no longer feared for my life, but I will never forget what I went through, saw, and felt        

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Carlos D'Angeli
I was born in Milan on December 2,1938 I was the son of Mario and Renata. My father worked as a clerical worker. The Jews got there rights in 1859. Most of the Jews that lived in Milan were well educated, industrious, and middle class. It was hard for Jews to live while the war was going on.

When hitler came to Italy I was almost 5 years old and my family was evacuated to a small town of montecatini. A month later all the Germans started gathering all the Jews for the deportation for death camps in Portland and Germany. On November 5,1943 the members of the fascist militia and the Germans ss found my parents, my little brother and me. November 9 they put us in a overcrowded, unsanitary cattle car in Florence.

My train arrived in auschwitz on November 14,1943 immediately when I arrived, I was sent to the gas chambers and I was murdered.

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Marisa davignon

Period 3

Date: 5/9/17

Diary of Jeannine Burk,

I was a hidden child, hidden in a woman’s house for two years, from the age of three to the age of five. As I was hiding in the woman’s house, I did not know her name but I will forever be grateful to her. The memory of my father taking in the street car to the place he found for me to stay will forever be etched in my mind. We drove to the end of the line, we got out of the car and from what I remember, we walked such a long distance to a woman’s house. Once we got to the house my father knocked on the door, I walked inside. That was the last time I saw my father. May I remind you I lived in this woman’s house for two years and in those two years I was never allowed to go outside the front yard. I was only allowed to occasionally go out to the back yard. I was never mistreated in anyway; I was never loved either. The fact that I’m a Jew made me lose a great part of my childhood. As a hidden child I had no toys, nothing to play with. I remember one time opening the outhouse door and crawling on the floor, only on my hands and knees trying to get a pussy cat. I grabbed the kitty and pulled it inside with me for two reasons. One because I needed and wanted something to  hold onto , I was so lonely and scared.

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Chaim Blachman

My name is Chaim Blackman. I grew up in Lodz, Poland.  My father owned a hardware store. I helped my dad in his hardware store.  I had three brothers and one sister. We lived in a non-Jewish area of the city.  I worked in my dad’s store every day after school. I would help him repair everything from shoes to appliances. I was 12 years old when the Germans invaded Lodz. I’ll never forget that day I September 1939.

We were forbidden to practice our religion, wear yellow stars and we weren’t allowed to work. The living condition horrible it was overcrowded, unsanitary, no heat people froze to death in the middle of the roads, there was little to eat. I felt scared that we were all going to die from freezing or exposure. I was lucky enough to get a job at a hospital. But my luck ran out I was rounded up and sent to a death camp.   I felt terrified that we were all going to die. This was in 1942. I eventually sent to work as a slave labor in a German run munition factory. I worked day and night. I was lucky to survive.

I remember waking up every morning thinking will I make it or not.

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I remember from a young age my mother telling me I could not play at the park with the other kids. My childhood was very boring. I didn't have pets, didn't go to the movies, and didn't go to school. My mother taught me what she could but not a lot. She was working most of the day. I never had a father so I was very lonely. I mainly spent my days playing with a stuffed bear that I named Marco.

When I was 7 me and my mother were deported by the Nazi's. I did not know what was going on at the time. I was very confused, but my mother told me everything was going to be okay. We were taken to a consentration  camp. I spent about 2 long years there.

Me and mother were sent to a consentration camp in Czechoslovakia called Terezin.  To get there we spent two days in a cattle car. When we arrived, me and my mother were speared. My mother was on one side of the camp while I was with the other children on the camp. I didn't get to see her much, it was only about once every two months. There were 5,000 people in the camp. The camp was librilized in May of 1945 by the Soviet Union. Me, my mother, my baby sister, and my new father moved to America shortly after.

This story is heartwarming but alot  so sad. Peter now lives in Los Angles with his wife. He has also changed his name to Peter Daniels .

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Lily Klein, the daughter of Sara Sandro Klein , lived with her mother and seven siblings, in the city of Debrecen, Hungary. When the Germans invaded Hungary in March 1944, Lilly was a seventeen year-old student.

Hungary was a staunch ally of Nazi Germany. As such, the Germans did not, at first, invade the country, but urged the government to deport its Jews to concentration camps. The Hungarian government was not willing to send its Jewish citizens to their deaths, but did pass many discriminatory laws against them. Young men were sent to forced labor camps. Lilly was able to continue her studies at the local Jewish high school until her seventeenth year.

By 1943, the Hungarian government realized that their German ally was losing the war. Hungary, therefore, tried to break its alliance with Germany. In a fit of rage, Hitler ordered his armies into Hungary. In 1944, German troops occupied the entire country, and with the help of Hungarian collaborators, began deporting local Jews to concentration camps.

Lilly and her family were rounded up and herded into a sealed-off ghetto where they were kept for two months. The Germans began sending the Jewish residents of Debrecen to the Auschwitz death camp. Towards the end of June, Lilly was put on a train going to Auschwitz. The train could not get through, because the tracks had been bombed in allied air raids. The train was instead diverted to the Strasshoff concentration camp in Austria. There, Lilly was forced to work to the point of total exhaustion. Food was scarce, and those who couldn't work were murdered.

When the camp was liberated in April 1945, eighteen year-old Lilly was barely alive.

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Abraham Beem was a young boy and he had a sister named Eva. They were born in the northern Netherlands. Nazi Germany invaded the country and Abrahams parents soon realized that they were separating the Jews from the general population and went into hiding. The nazis soon found them and they had taken Eva and Abraham To aushwitz concentration camp when Abraham was 9.

By 1944 the nazis found out that they were putting the children into hiding so that they would be safe, they found almost every child and they took them to the amp as well. Abraham was the best brother he tried with everything he had to protect his sister. He didn't want to leave her side and fought to stay with he.

Eva and Abraham were terrified when the Nazis barged into the home they were hiding in, they immediately forced Abraham to undress himself and they took all of the kids to the camp. Upon arrival at aushwitz right when they got there they were gassed to death without hesitation, Eva and Abraham died together, not knowing where or if there parents were still alive. His parents survived the holocaust and were not aware that there children were dead or killed until after the war.

Eva and Abrahams story is extremely sad and heartbreaking to hear about, they are in a better place now and there story will not die it will go on and on as other schools learn about the holocaust and everything that had happened. It's an amazing topic to learn about and good to know.

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Where I lived which was Belgium was supposed to be neutral during the war but Adolf Hitler's paid no attention to treaties. Unfortunately, the King of Belgium helped him. Rumors began to circulate in Brussels that things were going to get very uncomfortable for the Jews. My father had found a place for my brother to go. He had a place for my sister to go. He found this place for me to go.

My father took me on a streetcar. This memory is etched in my mind because it is the last time I ever saw my father. We rode to the end of the line. I remember getting off with him. I remember walking what appeared to me to be a long distance. He knocked on a door and a woman answered. I went inside. That was the last time I ever saw my father.

I lived inside this house for two years. Occasionally, I was allowed to go out in the back yard. I was never allowed to go out front. I was never mistreated. Ever! But I was never loved. I lost a great part of my childhood simply because I was a Jew.

The Nazi used to love to parade. When they used to parade, everybody on the street had to open their doors to watch. The lady I was staying with had to open her door and watch too. She would hide me in the outhouse. I was petrified. I did not know exactly what I was afraid of, but I remember being absolutely petrified. An outhouse is small, and I would retreat to the farthest little corner. There was a crack in the front of the outhouse. I thought that if I could see them parading outside they would be able to see me.

I remember one time pushing open the outhouse door and crawling on my hands and knees after this cat. I grabbed the kitty and pulled it inside with me. I wanted partly to protect it and partly to hold onto something because I was so alone and so scared.My life as a hidden child was...how can I say it...I had no toys. The only fresh air I got was when I was allowed to go in the backyard. I made up imaginary friends because I had no one to play with. I do not remember being hugged and kissed. That was my life for two years.

The rest of the story was told to me afterwards by my sister. My brother was twelve years older than I was. He had already been hidden in a Christian home for boys. My older sister was eight years older than I was. She could not be easily moved because she had a bone disease, osteomyelitis.

Some neighbors snitched on us. One morning at 5:00 o'clock the  went through the neighbor's house, jumped over the brick wall and pounded on the room where my parents were sleeping. They broke down the door. The Gestapo took my father and threw him in the truck. They wanted to take my mother, but she wouldn't go. My mother told them, "You can shoot me here, but I will not leave my daughter." The Gestapo pulled the blankets off my sister and saw that she was in a body cast. The officer said that they would be back later for them. And that is what they did.

By some miracle my mother made one last phone call to a Catholic hospital, and they agreed to take my sister. An ambulance came to get her. The Germans used to take over hospitals for their own use. However, the one place they would not go was the isolation ward. The nuns felt that it would be better for my sister to risk contracting a disease rather than to risk letting the Germans find a Jewish child. My sister lay in bed in the isolation ward for two years. And that was the last I saw her

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Hello my name is Natan Abbe. I am a 15 year old boy. My parents names are Carola and Isreal Abbe. I live in lodz poland. My city was fairly large. My city was home to 233,000 people. In my city there was jews, poles, and germans that lived here. I go to school  like every other kid. My time has drama but it can also be very peaceful.

Jews were subjected to have curfews. We were forced to wear the yellow star. Mostly every jew was distant. More of the jews were forced to live in a rundown part of the city. Part of the conditions were no heat, food, or medicine. I seen people die from starvation and diseases.

Germans were constantly harassed by jews. Most people lived in the ghettos . Jews were randomly seized on the streets. I seen some kids would try to sneak out and scavege food for there families or even medicine. Sadly i was gunned down by a german soldier at the ghettos gate in 1940. I was 16.