I was a child of the holocaust
By Kat Henning
I was a child of the holocaust.
I was born in a large city of Prague, Czechoslovakia in February 1939.
I was from Austrian descent.
I lived with my mother, Margit, and my Grandmother when my father, bedrick, emigrated via Poland to England.
I witnessed the Nazis take over my hometown and institut anti-Jewish measures.
I feared of being deported.
I knew my mother was arrested twice by the Gaspo.
I used to stay with my grandma alone because my mom was busy with her underground political activity.
I was forced to move to a ghetto.
I lived in a overcrowded ghetto with lack of adequate food and infected with typhus spreading vermin.
I lived with one to two families at a time.
I sometimes wish for a day i'd get to go home.
I would listen to Jews die around me every day.
I watched Jews get taken away by the Nazis trains to death camps.
I was taken from my home in 1944.
I whimpered when the Nazis took me and my mother away.
I couldn't move on the overcrowded train.
I longed for freedom for freedom while we were on the train.
I was murdered in a gas chamber in the Auschwitz death camp.
I was Hannah Hajek.