Will this be the last Sun light I see?
I did see the sunbeams through the cracks on the train. They shone on the people in the wagon, Some did not move, They were asleep my mother said, but I don’t believe her
Will this be the last fresh air I breathe?
On the train the air was bad and smelly. I cannot explain how it smelled but it wasn’t fresh, it nearly made me sick.
Will this the last time I get to play?
I tried to play on the train but there wasn’t enough space. My Father said”Just close your eyes and pretend to play hide and seek”
Will this be the last day I live?
I am Celine Grunfogel I was murdered at Auschwitz Death Camp on July 16, 1942 at age 10.