Page 1: My Life in Radom

March 3, 1941

Dear Diary,

I have always wondered where my mother, father, two twin brothers and I were going. I remembered  going on a train to a ghetto named Radom. I was born in Germany. I was full of joy and peacefulness living in my hometown. I was only 10 years old when my family and I were put in a train. And then all of a sudden, we were moved to Radom, Poland.  Now, I am 11 years old. We lived in Lublin Ghetto for 5 months, and then we were moved again to Radom. Today, I had to go into a factory manufacturing rubber. I can't believe it. Working for the Nazis. I feel like puking of disgust. Even if I did puke, they will beat me up until I won't have food in my stomach to puke out.  After work, I got home, and ate soup. It wasn't soup at all! It tastes like mud water and pieces of vegetables all over. I knew I had the right to complain. But, my mother and father told me to just quiet down and eat my soup. I looked at my twin brothers. They look very normal which is comforting to know. It is night time, and I don't even have pajamas on. Why? Why is this happening to me? I cry and cry. I am waiting for the next day to come. I hope everyday ends fast.  But I know I need to be positive and never give up. The allies will win, and we will all be free. 

Goodnight,

Marsha