October 5th, 1939 my Pa went out for food, I'm not sure exactly where he ended up but I never saw him again. The day they took over. My name is Kasia, I grew up in the city of Danzig, Poland. My Ma, Pa, and my little sister Karol lived with me, Karol was 7 while I was 10.*Boom* I heard and I woke up. *boom* *boom* The remainder of the house and probably the street were awoken too. Again *boom* my Pa ran from his and Ma´s room to see what all the commotion was about, I followed sneakily after him. Bodies, destroyed shops, and trash everywhere, and it all happened while we were asleep. I saw an older lady who was lying in the street with the others, she was a local shop owner. Mrs. Jozefa or Mrs. Josie for short. My Ma rushed in behind me and closed the door. We had what felt like a staring contest, the silence seemed louder than the shots themself, so I broke it. Panicked I let out ¨Ma! What's going on is Mrs. Josie ok, where did Pa go?¨ she began to hold Karol, who was crying but she didn't know what she was crying about.