Friday, May 23, 2008

Page # 85-97

Eli was marching in rank, when the SS officer ordered them to pick up the pace. The officers continued yelling at the prisoner until they were at a running pace, if a person were to stop they were to be shot on the spot. Eli was running next to a boy named Zelman, who started with some terrible stomach cramps and could no longer go on. He was not shot but most likely trampled by the wave of people running behind them. The only thing that kept Eli going was his father who had been running beside him. They had covered 20 kilometers when they came to a small abandoned village. People began to run off and hide, Eli and his father took cover in an abandoned factory, Eli soon fell asleep but his father quickly woke him up, it was dangerous to sleep in those conditions.
Eli got up, he and his father ventured outside to try and stay awake, but the terror and the sight of the dead bodies was to much to bare. They decided to go back inside and take turns watching each other to prevent them from falling asleep. After they came inside, Rabbi Eliahu came through looking for his son but Eli could not remember seeing his son, so Rabbi Eliahu walked outside and continued the search for his son. Eli noticed his father was silently dozing on the floor and he quickly woke him. They heard shouting coming from the courtyard and the SS officers ordered them to form their ranks and begin marching. It began to snow very hard and continued to snow even harder, for hours. Everyone, including the SS officers were beyond the point of fatigue, the officers encouraged the prisoners "keep it up guys, only a few more hours". A few hours later they reached their destination, Gleiwitz.
Once in the camp, the SS officers ordered the prisoners to their barracks. People pilled into the rooms and lied down on the ground, right on top of other people, smothering them. While on the floor Eli heard a voice say:"hey up there, I'm struggling to breath", but Eli was also being smothered. The voice Eli heard was that of Juliek, a young Polish boy who played the violin in the orchestra at Buna. Juliek was very concerned with his violin. Eli called for his father, a voice cry ed out "I'm trying to get some sleep". In the distance Eli heard the playing of a violin, it was a beautiful piece of Beethoven's work. When Eli woke in the morning he say Juliek crouched over dead with his violin in his hand. They stayed in Gliewitz for three days, the third day they were told they would be moving again, to Central Germany. The prisoners marched for a half-an-hour were they stoped and waited for the train to arrive, they packed

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