The Angel of Auschwitz

I am participating in the Jew Resettlement Program.

Isn't it exciting! I think it is. Yet, mother doesn't look so good.

Neither does anyone else.

An old man in the corner is crying - In fact, he isn't the only one.

Lots of people are crying.

Why is everyone crying?

Maybe it's because the carriage isn't very comfortable. There's no room to move, but it's miles better than the cubby hole we had to live in at home! Mother said I had to stay quiet all the time, but I don't know why. I was so relieved when I could speak again later! But then I had to get on this awful train...and I don't know what to do now.

But someone over there looks like she does.

She has reeeeaaaaallly nice, light blonde hair and blue eyes. Maybe she's the prettiest person I've ever seen in my whole life, and about my age too! She must be an angel...

She's kneeling quietly next to a family who don't look very well. There's a baby in the lady's arms - how cute! But no, it looks a bit pale. Too pale, for a baby, see. The girl keeps stroking its forhead without speaking. It's mother is crying and wailing desperately at the little girl.

Not as if she can do anything to help.

...

But look! The baby just woke up! Oh, but it's crying now...

...and I can't see that girl anymore either....

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