The End of Samuel

  I am a little nobody, or at least to all of the Germans who are against us Jews, but I am not. I am like everyone else, just born from a different kind of family. We Jews are just like all of the Germans and the Polish and  even the Spanish, we fight in wars, we help out in the government, we live our everyday lives the same way, wake up, eat breakfast, take a shower, go to work, etc. My life is just as good as anybody else’s, except that now we are hunted and attacked by the Nazi soldiers and even our own neighbors. I am one of the people who was attacked(well, my business was)and ransacked, it tore my spirit into many pieces and shattered my dreams of ever reopening my store again because I was afraid that the Nazis would come back again and ruin it, so I didn’t want to get my hopes up high and then have them be shattered again and again.

           

            So now I am sitting down in my house, trying to think of a way to try to get my life back to the way it was before the Nazis have taken it over and ruined it for me and my other fellow Jews. ”I have an idea!” I don’t know if it will work, but if it doesn’t my fate will be the same, die now or die later a crucial death. My idea is to try to slip away, maybe get out of the country and bring as many of my fellow Jews as I can get in a certain amount of time and try to go to a ship dock and maybe catch a ride somewhere far away where Hitler can never find us.

            Never mind that idea, I’m no hero, I am just a little shopkeeper that can have no difference in anything that Hitler can do, what can I, one  little Jew to try to stop a whole army of German Nazis and Hitler himself. So I am now out of idea, I can just sit here and wait for the Nazis to come and take me away, I will not fight back because there is no use, they will just shoot me several times and leave my dead body. So this is probably my last journal writing for a long, long time. So I hope someone other than Hitler finds this journal and has to endure what I have had to suffer and maybe feel some sort of sorrow for me in this time of devastation. From me, Samuel, this is the ending…
This above(Top Left)is a diary of a
Jew that was found by all of the other Jews that found his body