We must get going before we are left behind; however, I am looking at Eliezer’s foot with astonishment. Meanwhile he keeps asking questions that I have no answer. I have not such plan for my son’s foot. How in the world is he going to run in this horrendous situation? I have no idea what I’m going to do. Nevertheless, we must go now. An icy wind Is blowing violently, but, we still should march, in whatever conditions. Knowing that they were orders to shoot anyone who could not sustain the pace, makes me be more afraid, despite is essential to show no fear -for my son. From far behind I hear the SS shouting “Faster, you tramps, you flea-ridden dogs!”, therefore this makes me feel awful, with no purpose on live; following what others say.
While running I constantly see all that people dying, innocent people, who have done no harm to them. Time passes and it seems like we've been running for half a century. I am out of breath and strength. I am desperate. This tragedy seems to be a no stopping nightmare, but, I know that the hardest I try to admit to myself that everything is in my tired head a part of me is always going to tell me, that is the reality and you must stick to it, you like it or not. A little far away I see a deserted town. Finally, somewhere to rest. I am extremely tired. I’m asleep -no you’re not. My body is resting but my head is always thinking. A while has passed and Eliezer began to tell me to wake up but, I couldn’t, I say want I don’t think. Nevertheless, I stud up and continue as nothing, but, exhausted like a lemon that has been squeezed. …show more content…
Finally, the bagons. I repeat to myself: “Come on Shlomo, you can do it, climb”. This is being keeping me to go on and as always, my son. Two days had passed; I’m starving, yet I’ m concentrated in no food if not surviving- that’s my mentality. Ahh, a limited
While running I constantly see all that people dying, innocent people, who have done no harm to them. Time passes and it seems like we've been running for half a century. I am out of breath and strength. I am desperate. This tragedy seems to be a no stopping nightmare, but, I know that the hardest I try to admit to myself that everything is in my tired head a part of me is always going to tell me, that is the reality and you must stick to it, you like it or not. A little far away I see a deserted town. Finally, somewhere to rest. I am extremely tired. I’m asleep -no you’re not. My body is resting but my head is always thinking. A while has passed and Eliezer began to tell me to wake up but, I couldn’t, I say want I don’t think. Nevertheless, I stud up and continue as nothing, but, exhausted like a lemon that has been squeezed. …show more content…
Finally, the bagons. I repeat to myself: “Come on Shlomo, you can do it, climb”. This is being keeping me to go on and as always, my son. Two days had passed; I’m starving, yet I’ m concentrated in no food if not surviving- that’s my mentality. Ahh, a limited