Holocaust Pov Essay

January 27, 1945 Life under the constant, careful watch of Hitler and his minions has not been easy for my family and I. Traveling from place to place and never knowing what to expect next. We’ve been one of the few fortunate ones, being able to stick together throughout these troubled times, despite several life or death moments; somehow my faith in G-d has remained intact. It’s a shame all of these acts of hatred could be inflected on a group of people solely because they believed differently. Before the war, no one gave it a second thought to my being Jewish. I was just Sarah, a sister, a daughter, a friend… but things started changing quickly in Germany, so quickly it’s all just a blur in my memory now. The day of Kristallnacht, or The Night of Broken Glass, I remember overhearing my parents discussing quietly in the kitchen the rumors going around that the Nazi’s had planned a raid on all Jewish businesses across Germany. I remember hearing the fear in my mother’s voice as she asked my father if there was any chance that this could be true. She didn’t believe that the Nazi’s would really take it that far, after all the things they’ve already put our people through, but they did. My father’s jewelry shop was completely destroyed, and all the jewelry in it was stolen. Things had gone from bad to worse overnight, literally. My mother and father continued to put on a strong front as not to worry my little brother and me, but after we were put to bed, I could hear them arguing night after night in the kitchen. My father wanted to sneak our family out of Berlin and move to France because the Nazi’s had not spread there, yet at least. France was still neutral and we could continue our lives there and be happy. But my mother wouldn’t budge, her whole family was in Germany, and she couldn’t think of leaving them behind with all the madness going on and my father could only afford to take the four of us. So we stayed. Several weeks went by after this decision, my