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Monologue From Renata Reisfeld's Letter To The Germans

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May 1942
To whom ever intercepts this letter My name is Renata Reisfeld, and the words that you read on this slip of paper are the only part of me that is free. Over three months ago my family and I were round up with the rest of our neighbors and told we were being resettled. They came, the Nazi, in pressed uniforms and polished boots, cajoling us with their silky voices to go along peacefully. They said life would be better for us soon, the Jews would work for the Reich, we were needed. My parents and I walked around our apartment in circles, collecting the things that we would take with us. My father told Mama, not so much, this is only a temporary condition. She took the silverware anyway, and sewed her jewels and Papa’s gold watch into the lining of her winter coat. We were shoved and prodded like cattle into a railway car, all of us, a hundred living people, along with the things they …show more content…

When the train stopped and we were expelled, I stood on the stations platform sipping the air as if I were taking a long drink. Shaking off the feeling of confinement, I felt free. Yet, I was not free, we were not free, none of us were free. What was this place I asked myself? There was nothing here but barbed wire and watch towers, snarling dogs and Nazis. It seemed as if the train had deposited all of Europe’s Jews to this same location. Are we all here to work? There were also the others, men in striped uniforms and shaved heads and sunken faces. Some of them handled the belongings we were told to leave on the platform while others yelled at us like the Nazis, ordering people here and there. The next few moments of my life after my arrival to Auschwitz happened in rapid succession and yet I know if I live a hundred years I will never forget a single second. Although I don’t know if I will live. We didn’t know the place to which we came, but I know only too well what it is

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