Rachel

Rachel Franze I see the people. Flannel pajamas Blue striped, white striped pajamas. Bodies, gas chambers, As I came closer and closer, I saw dead bodies. and then I saw more and more bodies. We are we here? They took my parents. They took my identity. What did they want from me? I did not know. We were not at ease, we did not know what they could do with us. A guard began shooting at me. I was very frightened. And then we understood this must be very bad. What did they want from me? Nothing was important as long as we survived. And then I thought, They are not going to take my soul.