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Personal Narrative: My Trip To The Holocaust Museum

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I was maybe in the seventh grade when our class had traveled all the way to El Paso to visit the Holocaust Museum. I remember as the bus pulled up to the building, I could see the sign. It closely resembled a fire, but as we drove close, I immediately recognized what appeared to be mother and father holding a baby. Sure enough, when we finally got inside, our tour guide asked us if we see anything else besides the somewhat memorial fire. We of course said a family, but then she asked if there was anything else on the logo that was plastered on the front desk.. Being as clueless as I was back then, this threw me off guard. It wasn’t until another student said that there writing at the top of the fire when I completely face-palmed. “Oh.” was I said, but in the inside it was more like “How could you miss that?” She then informed us that the writing can be roughly translated as “As humanly”. …show more content…

It mostly consisted of many copies of the famous book The Diary of Anne Frank, but it also held small things like water bottles and bookmarks for smaller children. As everyone kept moving forward, we came closer to a train cart, it was small and the paint was a faded dark red. The small area around the cart even looked like it on top of rails. Our guide said that the cart could fit fifty people comfortably and told that we could go in and see for ourselves. As soon as we got inside though, we were all pushed into the corner and our guide said that as many as two hundred Jews were crammed into carts and weren’t even allowed to stop until they reached the camp. That meant that everyone had to use the restroom from where they were standing, and they simply had to deal with the awful smell. I was politely pushed to the back of the crowd, and I had a very clear understanding as to what it would have been like, but I couldn’t help but imagine what the stench would have been

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