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Two years have passed. most than half the people that I arrived to the camp with are dead. Either from the gassing chambers that they call " the showers," shot for not doing what they were told to do, or from dehydration, lack of nutrition, or just from the hard non stop work. The gas chambers are what the soldiers call the showers. They tell a group of people that they are going to go take a shower, they take them into a locked room where they have no chance of escaping, lock the doors on them, then gas gets sprayed into the locked room and eventually kills everyone in their. That is how my mother was killed. She was brought there because she was too weak to wok anymore. My dad was the one who found out first.

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Im writing on the same day as the last, except now it is night time. Our cabin consisted of about 300 people, all kids and young adults though. They had split us up from the older men and woman, the adults.We are all laying squished up against to strangers. For some reason they branded us with numbers on our arms.They told us that that is how we would address each other, by our numbers. For me, I lay in between my brothers, but other kids weren't as lucky. In a way it gave me comfort that us children are together, even thought the cabin next to us is also full of them. But it worried me because I have no idea what is happening with the rest of us. I'm done writing for today, I should get some sleep while I. I have a feeling that the next few days will be long.

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Well I was right about that bad feeling. We weren't brought to a fantastic resort. We were brought to a concentration camp. When I got off the train, we were hit with a horrible smell and I couldn't tell what it was. We were brought here to work for the soldiers and people who ran these camps. Looking in on the camp from the outside, I could tell that bad things have happened here and they are going to happen to us. There were barbed wire fences all around the camp. The camp stretched for miles and miles. the Part that we were brought to first was where we were going to sleep. The soldiers all started yelling and ordering us to take off and get rid of all of our personal belongings, they allow me to keep my journal though. They made us change into the clothes that they provided for us which consisted of thin cotton bottoms and top. They told us that if we didn't follow their orders, " we would pay for it." I will write again soon.

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Right now, I am sitting on the floor of a real dirty train headed to who knows where. Today my family and I were told that we were leaving. We didn't know where we were going exactly, but we were told by the soldiers that we were going to a resort. My mother, father, two brothers, my sister and I were all taken to a train station. All we brought were the clothes that we wore on our backs, we were told that we would be provided everything else at this "fantastic place" that we were going. The weather here is unbearable. It feels like it is below freezing and the clothes we are wearing don't help keep us that warm. When we got on the train, so many other Jewish families were in there. The only people in these trains is Jewish people. I have a bad feeling about this but maybe its nothing. I'll write again once we get to where we are going.