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I don’t want to be a burden to anyone, just put me in a sandpit and I’ll be happy.

I am not a danger to anyone, how could I be, I am only three.

All I want to do is to play with my toys, just like any other boy my age.

I don’t think of complicated things. My only worry is if I will like the vegetables with my dinner.

At three, what do you expect me to be?

I am a child, with child thoughts, child worries, and child joys. No danger am I.

When you play with me, I laugh. When you hurt me, I cry.

But that is not enough for you—you want me to die.

I am only 3, a “danger” to society.

At three, I am a victim of a vile regime.

Pavel Bock was only three years old when he was murdered at Auschwitz on 15 December 1943.