January 3, 1942
Age: 13
Location: Concentration camp

Today was the 7th day of being at the concentration camp it is the worst place I have ever been in. I have seen at least 10 people die which doesn’t help.

I was separated from my parents seven days ago and I haven’t heard or seen them ever since I hope they’re still alive as at our camp a few die a day. Either from gas chamber or lack of food I would die for just a piece of bread or two.

I don’t know when I will write in my journal again as I am low on paper.

Yesterday I had to endure watching two 9 year old children die and a 7 year old. We usually get fed three times a week just bread water and some type of meat depending on the day.

Tomorrow we are getting moved to a new spot on the campus so we are getting closer to the gas chamber each time.

Hopefully it won’t be me.