When walking back to our block, I saw my father! We ran to each other like flowers on a field. I asked him about my son. He says "No." I was worried half to death, what did he mean by "No"? After a moment, he says "No, he did not make it."
I stared at him. Blank in the eyes. I started to cry. I manage to ask him "What block do you live at" and he said "Block ... ... " and so now, I know where my father lives.
Before he left, he said "Oh, yea. The Jewish New Year is tomorrow. The Germans are planning a feast". I couldn't believe my father. A Feast!? A Feast?! A Blasted camp like this!? Was he BRAINWASHED?! I started to judge my religion.
The morning, we all (the Jews) met at the gallows. The Germans let us off the whole day. I couldn't believe it. But hearing this I questioned god :
"God? Who are you? Are you even real!? We are all praying for you! We are praying for our life's! And you stand here and MURDER us!?" , at this time, I felt in more of power then the god himself. More than satin, more than the Germans! ; "This is not real! This is the Hell. It wasn't underground as I thought when I was young, it was RIGHT here. The Devil? The devil was Adolf Hitler."
I was still questioning when my father tapped me on the back. I jumped, and we talked.
"Okay, listen son" he said.
"What" I replied.
"Selection's what" he then said.
"Selection?" I replied.
"Yes, selection" he said sighing. "They are making it hard on us, if you are selected, you are up for extermination. I want you to act as strong as you can. Act like you can handle being here. Don't be afraid! Just remember! Act strong!"
I looked like he was taking to someone else. But I was able to.
That night ; I thought of my Son, and Selection. "Will I pass? Will my FATHER pass?"
By @Little Link
