We started to run miles upon miles without even realizing that we were running. They wouldn't tell us where we were going, they just told us to keep running.
You better start running and fast!
After running for miles, we finally made it. We were headed to another camp in boxcars. To make things worse we were stacked on to of each other for the ride there.
Once we arrived at Buchenwald, the SS Officers had ordered us to get in line for the showers and then the alarms started to go off, they wouldn't let anyone else shower. My father and I went to a building and sunk to the ground. There were hundreds on top of one another.
When I woke up, I immediately went over to my father and checked up on him. Ever since we had left Auschwitz he had started to decline rapidly.
We finally figured out that my father has Dysentery. I have been with him whenever I can be because it is only a matter of time.
There is nothing I can or will do for him. He will die soon anyway. You might as well take his rations of food.
When I woke up the next day I looked down at my father, he had been replaced by someone else. He must've died in his sleep and the SS officers came to take him. January 29, 1945. I stayed a Buchenwald until April 11, on that day we all started to be evacuated, the Holocaust was over.