History of Sorts

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.

Picture source

Yad Vashem