I can still hear many victims trying to swallow air as it became increasingly difficult to breathe. I could hear their cries for help and their desperate, mortifying cries as I lay in my bunk trying to sleep. Even if I tried to forget, I couldn't, but it was impossible. I remember my dear family and how I couldn't do anything to help them, I was desperate...I couldn't do anything at all. These heartless barbarians killed my entire family, put them in the combustion chamber where the flames consumed them, and turned every little piece of every particle that was once part of them, that segment is now pieces of burned bodies that can be thrown by the wind. in hell; where the Nazis thought we should be. After the incident, I tried to collect all the ashes, but I was hammered and never got to say goodbye. It is the fault of a soulless man, Adolph Hitler. That's why I decided to write a short story so that at least one day I will be remembered as a survivor of... and everyone knows how I was treated. I decided not to say my name because I don't want anyone to come up to me and tell me how and why he or she feels sorry for me... I'm trying to survive this massacre that is coming to me mind every time. only day of my existence. I would rather people read about my life than tell my story face to face and have someone shake their head, shed tears, say they feel my pain and feel sorry for me. I'll tell you how I got into this situation. this terrible camp. On January 30, 1933, when Adolf Hitler became chancellor of Germany, the war in Europe officially ended. During this period, the Jews of Europe were subjected to increasingly harsh persecution which ultimately led to the murder of 6,000,000 Jews... I know that ... middle of paper ...... j I would like to explain to you the reason why my wife and children were killed. I was working when I heard a big commotion. I ran with all my strength to see because I heard my wife's cries for me. But by the time I arrived, two Nazi soldiers were already waiting for me and they pinned me to the ground. Then, out of nowhere, they lifted my neck because they had shaved all my hair and they were telling me that in my family we were all thieves and they shook my head a lot and they shook me slapped several times. My wife was always begging me to help her and one of my boys, one of the Nazis, was yelling at my boy and telling him he was a bread thief and suddenly he threw him in the incinerator and my wife left with me, I have no idea what happened to my second boy, but just as I was looking for him, I was beaten relentlessly until I lost consciousness..