Moishe once asked me why I cry while I pray. I didn't know how to answer it, other than to say: "I just feel the need inside of me to cry."
For many years, schools have been teaching about the holocaust. Perhaps students are expected to be surprised by every new fact, outraged at every mention, and until a certain point, they are. However, students become numb to the idea in the end. Each new fact is just a small piece of a large puzzle that we have known about for years once we are sophomores. But in the book Night it's a little different. The parents are not the selfless heroes that would starve before letting their children go hungry. Of course, very few people in these books want themselves to die, but Elie's father seems to not want to force Elie to do anything in order to save him.
We would talk, but Moishe was later taken to a concentration camp, with many other foreign Jews.
However, he soon came back, claiming he escaped and sharing nightmarish stories with anyone who would listen. I listened, but I didn't believe. Maybe I should have?
Then, the ghetto was formed. Luckily, our house was inside the borders, but because it was on the corner, we had to board up all windows that faced the rest of the world.
Later, the orders for people to move came in. We were in the last group of people told to leave. It was hard to leave the home I had grown up in.
We were moved to a smaller ghetto, one that my uncle and his family had stayed in before. There was evidence of them all around.