The officers load you and your parents onto a truck. You try to keep your eyes on the muddy ground and not look at the soldiers, like your parents have told you. They’ve said that people had done some very bad things to Jews in the past. You have to avoid attention, or they could happen again.
As you look at all the terrified Jews around you, you can’t help thinking that you’re in the middle of another one of those bad things.
The rain reaches a new level of ferocity. It beats down on the tarpaulin above like the sticks of a drummer.
The truck sets off. You watch the town you’ve lived in your whole life disappear into the distance, leaving you behind.