The Night

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  • It's been a couple of weeks since I saw Moishe be expelled from our village, I really miss him and his teachings. One day, as I was about to enter the synagogue, I saw Moishe the Beadle sitting on some stairs near the entrance of our synagogue
  • Hey Moishe! Rember me, it's Eliezer, your student!
  • Oh, yes! Eliezer my boy, come have a seat we need to talk.
  • Once I sat down, he told me what had happened to him and his companions
  • There's just no way! The Hungarian police wouldn't do that, would they?
  • I'm afraid it's true my boy, and this is just the beginning. I have yet to tell you all the horible things I have seen with my very own eyes.
  • Apparently, the train with the deportees had crossed the Hungarian border and, once in Polish territory, had been taken over by the Gestapo. Once there, the Jews were ordered to get off and onto waiting trucks that were heading toward the forest.
  • Alright you maggots! Time to get a move on off the train, and onto these trucks!
  • At the forest, they ordered everyone out. They were forced to dig huge trenches. When they had finished their work, the men from there division began theirs. Without passion or haste, they shot there prisoners, who were forced to approch the trench one by one.
  • POW!
  • How could you do this! I thought you said you wouldn't harm us!
  • POW!
  • I bet now your asking yourself how had Moishe the Beadle escaped? It was by a miracle. He was shot in the leg unable to move, and was left for dead. 
  • Yeah, all but that one over their, but he'll die anyway, let's just go.
  • Sir, are you're sure their all dead?
  • From then on, day after day, night after night, he went from one Jewish house to the next, telling his story. He spoke only of what he had seen, but the people not only refused to listen. Some insinuated that he only wanted their pity, that he was imagining things. As I watched from the sidelines, I felt sorry for Moishe, but even I didn't believe him. Spouting all of this nonsense with the Hungarian police. Yeah right!
  • Jews, listen to me! That's all I ask of you! To just listen!
  • No! We're done with all of you crazy talk, now leave us!
  • Yeah! Serves them right. Don't let a single one live!
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