HOLOCAUST & CHILDREN ON DEATH ROW
This is a HOROR, BUT NOT A FICTION.
I still have horror dreams:
I am in Terezin Concentration Camp (Ghetto) in a Children Home. It is a dark rainy night, fall of 1944: I wake up early in the morning. There are some 20 double bank-beds in a huge barracks room. There is a commotion on the lower level. I see a little group of children in the shadows. They are just getting ready to leave and trying not to wake up the other children.
I: “Hey Kids, where are you going to? Wait for me, wait for me”
One of them:” We are leaving on a transport to the East, to the place of No Return. You will never see us again. You stay back and remember us. And you tell all the people about us. No matter if they like us or not.”
I: “Yes I will, I willI, promise.”
They almost made it. We all were scared: who is going to be next? Why we, what did we do? Who is doing this to us? Is it the German leader Adolph Hitler, the heater master who also started the war; or all the German people, or all who hated us?
We, the Jewish children were prisoners in Terezin concentration camp; it was like storage, preparation holding tank. The prisoners were gradually transported to a termination camp “in the East”; to be murdered, children on arrival.
My book is about little Tommy, his Jewish family and his friends. Tommy was 6 years old when he was locked up in a prison, a concentration camp called Terezin or Ghetto by the Nazis. He was kept in the prison for 3 years with other children like him. All the children were sentenced to death. They were supposed to be murdered; but Tommy’s murderers ran out of time and he survived. The book is not only about Holocaust, Terezin and the vanishing children.
I was the little Tommy; some 70 years ago.
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