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The Holocaust


            My name is Fredrick Colwaski, my family and I live in Poland, Germany. I am eleven years old, the oldest child in my family. I have two younger brothers. Their names are Daniel and Kendall. My parents are Mary and Phillip. We live in a small apartment in Germany. My father works in a factory making engine parts. My mother stays at home making quilts to sell for extra money. I live a pretty descent life. I have lots of friends and love playing games with them. Today is December 20, 1934 the beginning of Hanukah. The sun is out and it is a beautiful, but very cold day. My grandparents will be here soon to celebrate with us. I love having my grandparents over for Hanukah because they always bring me something and they are fun to talk to. Eight days later, Hanukah is over and my grandparents have gone home. Everything is getting back to normal after all the celebration. .
             Today I am taking my brothers out to buy some things from the grocery store. The store is about three blocks from our apartment. When we go, I take a little bit of my money so I can buy my brothers and me a candy bar. They love the candy bars and it makes me happy to see their smiles when they eat it. It takes us about ten minutes to walk there, but its worth it just to get that candy bar.
             A few months ago, Paul von Hindenburg, the president of the Third Reich died. The chancellor of Germany, Adolf Hitler, declared himself the president and chancellor of the Third Reich. Five years later, my family and I are moved from our apartment, having to leave behind all our valuables, to a small ghetto put up by the Nazi's. My father told us not to be scared and that everything would be okay. But I couldn't help but think that something was up, and that my father was just hiding the truth from us. I am sixteen years old now, and I wanted to know what was really going on, and I didn't understand why my father was hiding the truth from me. As I look back, I"m glad he kept the secret from me then; I would not have been able to handle the truth if he had told me.


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