Biography:
http://www.graceproducts.com/fmnc/asura.htm
August 1, 1943.
Dear Diary:
I haven't write because a lot of
things have happened to me. Last month I was very busy. It's sort of
incredible what happened... A time ago I was on the school saying
good bye to a classmate, now I'm alone and trapped in camps with
almost no food and water. Each day it's a real torture.
Well that's how it's now, it was
different back then when the Germans just arrived to the city, let me
tell you a little bit what happened.
The day that the Germans capture me I
was going back from school I was rubbing my hands because of the
freezing weather when some sirens started sounding. I was scared, it
was the first time I had hear that sound... now that sound it's part
of my soul. When I heard that sound I started running to my house...
but something happened I saw something falling from the sky, then...
there was no grass, no tree, no dog, no car, no house, no family...
there was nothing.
I started crying while a windy rain
started falling, I cried for minutes, hours... I don't know, I lost
the sense of time. Then some soldiers appear, German soldiers... They
took me with a bunch of people to a train, it was a torturous journey
of 2,3,4 days I have no idea, since the destruction of my family I
lost the sense of time. The journey was with out food and mixed with
the cooling weather it was the worst experience I had have, at least
that was what I though until I enter the first stop of my journey...
a labor camp.
When we arrive they divides us in two
groups adults and children. I don't know what they did with the
adults, but for us the useless ones for work where taken away, I
never saw them again. After that they divided us in groups I was in
the kitchen one, at least... my mother thought me how to cook... I
could make something useful. But they treat us like animals, we
leaved in some sort of corrals, we had two plate of food and two
water glasses a day and sometimes the guards “played” with us,
they kicked and make fun of us.
The days passed while I was working,
one day they grab some of us saying that we would be working in
Auschwitz, because they needed help at the kitchen in there. The trip
was a lot worse than the first one, the only difference was, today,
when we arrived they throw us in a little house with other persons,
then an old lady told us this house is made for the cookers, its
easer for them to identified us if we lived in another part and she
said where we would sleep. We have a house, but we don't have a
proper bed its like a mattress with a blanket.
August 2, 1943.
Dear Diary:
We work all the day in the kitchen,
all of us made the food for the capture ones and some of us to the
soldiers. I made food to the soldiers in there I met a girl of my age
and since us, the cookers, have some kind of “special” treat we
have a time to “socialise” in our house (well today was more like
half the time cooking lessons and then like a break time) in that
break time we talk a little and then we went to sleep.
August 20, 1943.
Dear Diary:
Not much has happened, except I'm
starting to think there's no point to stay alive or have feelings.
Why I'm alive? Why I didn't die with
my family? Why did God this to me? There is not a reason to me to be
living, I've got no family neither a reason for being alive. There is
not a point to be living if I'm only suffering and probably I'll die
like all the persons I have met in the camps each one of them has
died. And, there's no point for having feelings they only brought me
pain and suffering, the more you have worst thee pain.
September 1, 1943.
Dear Diary:
I'm getting in love with that girl, a
ray of hope is coming between the tortuous fog that the Germans are
doing to us. Each day they treat us worse, like animals that only
where doing bad things. I'm getting hope again...
September 10, 1943.
Dear Diary:
She's gone... In the night the
soldiers came and took half of the house with them... Is she alive?
What I'm going to do?.... They treat us like animals, I lost the most
precious things to me, my family and... her... Each day will be
horrendous and sad...
