My name is Binyamin. I am very weak, very tired. I do not know how long it has been since my last meal. I hope these words reach someone after I am gone, I hope the worlds finds out what happened here.
My wife, my two daughters and I were brought to this place, this “Belzec” eight days ago. We were cold and underfed, but we were together for the first five days. On the sixth day, they separated us, shouting to us in German that everything would be alright. I hugged my two girls, Adah and Chana and told them we would be together soon. I hugged my wife, Illa and told her there must be some mistake. What did they want with our family? What had we done?
I have not seen my wife or my girls since. I am growing weaker and unable to think clearly. Some of the guards talk about “showers” and “sterilizing” some of the prisoners. I now understand what is happening. When the people go to these “showers”, they do not return. There is a large incinerator here and the smoke is constant. I fear….I fear my family may have gone there. Oh merciful Jehovah, what have we done??? How can mankind hold such hatred?
My family is gone and I know I will die soon. More from my holding area are taken every hour and do not return. When I am gone, do not forget my family. Do not forget me. Do not forgot all those dreams and memories who met a cruel, senseless end here. Don’t let us simply become fading echoes.
In Loving Memory of Victims of the Holocaust and their Families
Historical Fiction
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this is a really nice memorial poem
i hope more people can use their writing sills like you to pay tribute to those who deserve it.
thank you for writing this 🙂
Fristly,it’s no denying that this is a good fiction. The author shows to readers that holocaus cause people separating.The people who read the essay can feel that how sad Binyamin is.
What a beautiful and important piece and it is written so well! Thank you for sharing.
This is truly heartbreaking. It is the thoughts of someone imprisoned for no good reason and is losing hope. Is his family alive? He doesn’t know. Will they kill him? Most certainly. When? He does not know. The not knowing makes this story so frightening.
This is truly heartbreaking. It is the thoughts of someone imprisoned for no good reason and is losing hope. Is his family alive? He doesn’t know. Will they kill him? Most certainly. When? He does not know. The not knowing makes this story so frightening. Great work.