In the ghetto of Vilna.. *My story*
I made a new one, one less boring, or i think so.. Here it is, its called :: In the ghetto of Vilna
We had lived in the ghetto of Vilna for my whole life, As long as I can remember.. They wanted to take me away from it all, the german.. What did the jewish do to deserve so much? Thoughts like that raced through my mind maybe more than 50 times a day.. I live here with papa, my older sister, Lena, and my mother, we only had a small space, the size of an attack, but then again It was very hard to get into the ghetto, to get a space the size of most germans family room, you just had to show the certificate. If you had the certificate, they let you in through the gate. So more than five thousand people got into Vilna.
We had ten thousand Jewish people in the two ghettos. The people that did not, get this yellow certificate, about 3,500 of them, were sent to the orphanage, the old-age home, even the the elderly, the sick, the children from many families, and many, many people that they came to their home last and there was no more room in the ghetto. They were put into the city synagogues, in the shulen, as we called it, in the shul.. So, without that simple piece of paper, you couldnt live in the ghetto or get out. I would give anything to live anywhere else, to eat like the other people in the cities, to have a real meal instead of a piece of bread each night, or to have as much water as I wanted, but god put us here for a reason, I believed, if he wanted us somewhere else, not to be jewish, then I would be there now.. Every evening I took walks to papa’s shop, or what used to be papa’s.. He had a candy shop. I still remember all the times me and lena would help papa, we often helped papa make many things.. Mama would come in on occasion and help us.. Papa showed us how to make taffy, choclates, many candies..
But I drifted back from the sweet taste of caramel and sweets, and came into reality, looking around, I remeber what used to be the town.. Pretty white buildings with colorful signs, painted to perfection, cars parked picking up whatever it may be in the store, then the real thing became visual.. I looked around blocking the sun out of my eyes and, what I saw wasnt white buildings, colorful signs, cars, or roads, what I saw was dirt instead road, brown knocked down buildings, which used to be as tall as the sky, or how I saw them, the colorful signs now marked with profane words towards the jewish. I looked down at the ground, now full of brown dirt, and cried.. I screamed “Why us! Why! God why!” I demanded an answer, but I knew I would never get an answer, not from lena, not from mama, or papa, not even god..
