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hello my name is david rubinowicz and this is my story
we were under the nazi control in 1939, in the fall. i can still rember my mothers cries.
they took us on a train to a place called Sturmabteilungen, little did i know i would never see my mother again.
they took me away from my mom the second i got their they took me showerd me in front of a bunch of strangers. they then took me to a big room with only bunk beds. i didnt sleep, because i was thinking of my mom. the next morning i was awoken by a bin bang of pots and pans. they took me outside and told me to start digging in a hole. i just couldent figure out why they were doing this to me.
my life before this horror story was pretty good. my family was middle class, and didnt have any worries in the world. i loved going to school and writing in my journal.i lost my dad when i was 6, that was the only thing that might have made me sad.
