I can assure you we are Christian.”
“Save it Jew, I don’t want to hear it, take them away!” The man yelled.
My brothers hid behind Father, but I was alone as I was pushed out of the only home I had ever known.
I didn’t know where I was going. I had heard the horror stories of the concentration camps, Auschwitz in particular, but I still had no clue what this journey would be like. I didn’t speak German, and the officers did not speak French so really there was no way of knowing. I had heard the word “Mechelen” but to me that just sounded like a bunch of mixed up syllables.
“Men and boys to the right, Women and girls to the left.” An interpreter commanded.
I looked to my mother, a distraught look on her face, I couldn’t bare to lose her. Mother held on to us boys as tight as she could. Father had to pry her cold hands from Hansy. Mother didn’t cry like most of the other women, her face was stone as Father pushed her towards the left.
The four of us waited in the almost mile long line, filled with Jewish men and boys of all ages, for what felt like forever. Finally we reached the front, “Name?” a nazi asked.
“Aaron Levitt.” I replied
“Age?” the nazi questioned.
“15.” I