November 8th, 1941. It has been about two years since the Germans arrived at my home, Poland. Well, that is what Uncle Leon told me last Friday as we were messing around with some old and dusty machines we found in here. Do not get me wrong, this is not my home. Unfortunately, I was sent here by my parents with my Uncle in September.
I hate this place, there is a lot of people, low and intermittent lights persist and rats are all over the place. In fact, I have been sleeping in a piece of cardboard my Uncle and I found in the way here. They told me they were going to try to get to the West. I remember them telling me something about ‘Aramica’ or something similar, I really do not know. They used to send me letters every day the could, but that routine has vanished in time. It has been three weeks in which I do not receive news of them.
Pardon me! I cannot resist distracting with that awful smell coming from the new ‘wax’ factories the Germans built in the city. Listen, here in Oświęcim, the Nazis have been walking all over the streets with guns and angry faces;
also they have established a new order apparently. It seems like many people in the city have been disappearing with no apparent reason.