My mind still wanders back to Bergen-Belsen as hard as you try to forget, as hard as you try to wipe those memories out, you can not. I guess that is for the best. We can not forget any part of Bergen-Belsen or Aushwitz or anyone of the death camps. We can not forget the Ghetto's and the hollow eyes of our childhood. We are the survivors, and for the millions that died, we are the only ones able to tell their stories,
My childhood is long gone, it was the day we walked into Bergen-Belsen, and even before that, the day I saw the first SS officer kill a fellow Jew, a child my age, whose only crime was falling asleep. Her parents were made to watch her die, and yet were to numb to cry. Perhaps somewhere deep down they knew that death would be better than the Hell she would live if she had survived, mercifully the little girl never woke up, she just left not in screams of terror, but in the silence of shock.
SS officers, were told to kill anyone, even infants were not exempt.
I grew up scared of the face of a living monster, and even after he died, after we were released and sent to an Orphanage in France. Aftert the Chicken Monster killed himself the terror remained, because Hitler showed us that monster were not only in story books. They had the face of men with evil eyes, and a blackened heart.
I learned in Bergen-Belsen just how many monsters were in the world, as SS officers, killed, beat, raped, attacked, old women, babies, children, anyone simply to show they had the power. I saw them rape and murder a girl who was no more than five or six. A game to them, agony for anyone else.
The monster killed himself, so we would not have the satisfaction of seeing Justice, but however he died, he was gone, and that was a small comfort, in a great deal of pain.
Stay Tuned for the Conclusion of Children of the Yellow Star