Diary of Azizah

Diary
December  13,1944
  To be very honest, this is not my first diary. My mom said that I should start a new one, she didn’t said why, but I thought it may be a good idea.
So, for a good start, I should begin talking about who I am, about my family... My name is Azizah( it means strong)and I am 12 years old. I live with my mom and dad in a big  house. My life is not interesting, I am just a normal girl living in Germany. Some things are not so normal, for example, I don’t go to school and I can’t play on the street,  but my mom said that is because our country is passing through difficulties.
Now I am going to talk about what happened today: we got the information that we are going to move out to a place called ghetto. I asked my mom what is this place and she said is the place where the best people are going to, I; we, only the important ones. This is amazing! We are the best! I have never lived in na apartment before, I will make new friends,have new neighbors and stuff.
I am so excited for tomorrow that I can’t even close my eyes for sleeping and I am smiling so much that my mouth, hurts.
Now I say: I am so lucky! I am so happy! I wish all the children could have the same happiness that I have! The world would be so better! Sometimes I wish.... I could change the world, I would end the poverty, the hunger and I would end with all the bad people.

December 14, 1944
 Today we woke up at 7:00 a.m for moving out. When we got out of our house we saw a lot of people walking on the street.
“ We have to follow them” my father said. We started following them, it was so weird… I saw a lot of people crying, the most of all were woman with babies on their arms, but  why were they crying? Well we were supposed to live in a “nice” apartment with  new people and that is not a reason to cry. But when we got there I could clearly see why they were crying. The building is horrible! It seems like is going to fall apart! and about the people that lives there? They are all dirty and sad… After I made my “bed”( is just a blanked on the floor) I decided that I had to make new friends, but  I saw a stranger thing: a man laying down on the floor, he was blue and when I touched him he was colder than I am right now. It was terrifying! I decided to tell mom, and she said. “ He is just pretending to be dead”, she also said: “All the sad people are practicing for a play Azizah, we are going to watch that play in about 10 days. Staying here is temporary, ok?”. May dad said that  we will get on a big train full of people to see the play in a different place. He said that I have to be strong because is going tee he a really sad play… I don’t know if I  believe them, all of this looks so real, I literally can fell all of that sadness on my skin. I don’t know why we are here and what is going on with everybody but I just don’t want to end like that blue and old man on the floor.
After my mom said about that play I started to make a lot of questions to her, but all her answers ended on the same way.
“ is for the play, Azizah”. This is driving me nuts!It looks like they don’t trust me, now I can’t wait to see that “play”.

Azizah  

January  1, 1945
Today we woke up with the sirens noises and  with the screaming like aways . The soldiers were beating on the doors and obligation  people to come with them, and that was what happened to us.
When they put us on the truck, a mom with sad eyes was with her baby on her arms. The baby could not stop crying  and this was driving me nuts! While the truck was driving us to a new place the people were throwing tomatoes and land in us! How far can a human be so bad? This is cruel! For a second I wished that all of this could be a play! Like my mom said.
The truck leaved us in a train station, and the train... It was terrible! There were  so much people on that train that I could not count all of them. My bodie was being smashed by the others bodies on that hot place. My mom tried too make me feel better telling me that all of this is just a game, but of course I didn’t believe in her.
When we got in the place called “ Concentration Camp”for the soldiers, I could see the terror that we are passing through . The place is surrounded by barlied wire and dirty people.
We walked a little bit  more and we realized that they were separating mens and woman. My father said!
“ I love you Azizah “, that is all I can remember after all that.
                                                                                                            Azizah

January  3, 1945
Today is my birthday, it was the worst birthday ever! I can’t stop crying right now. All I can see is sad people with more sad people who lost their families, like me.
Today morning, I was hiding  from the soldiers when I saw something different on the camp: fume, all over the sky. And I felt a bad smell too. So I decided to see what all that fume was about.
On my way to my caban, I saw soldiers guiding detents to somewhere. I pressed my eyes for see better and I saw that my mom was between them.
“Mom” I yelled like never, she looked at me and smiled. I couldn't do nothing,I couldn't walk or scream... She started crying, I hate see her crying. She said “I love you”and after that..... After that they took her! I feel on my knees and started yelling. A soldier put a gun on my head and said that if I didn't stop crying he would kill me. I looked at my hands and they were bleeding because of the glass on the floor, the soldiers opened a bottle of wine for celebrating the numbers of dead, in my front.
I don’t want to live in this world anymore, I don't want to live in a world that every breath is a reason to be killed.
I don't want to live in a world without my mom, my dad, my friends. Why they don’t shoot me right now so I can be with my mom again?
                                                                                                      Azizah

April  2, 1945
Today we got the news that we will get our first shower! Finally!
I was feeling so dirty, as my bodies as my souls . Living here is not a problem anymore, the only problem here is me. I am my only problem, being alive is my problem. I don’t want to stay here anymore, I don't want to stay in a world that I am hated from everyone. I don't want to stay in a world that I walk on the street while I am afraid of being shoot!
I want to write more, but the Nazis are calling us for the shower.
                                                                                               Your Azizah

The Diary Of The Lost Kid

AUDIO 

September 14th, 1942

 Today I lost my brother. Hoyer was his name, he was only 18. It was Just us. Now, I am on my own. He used to take care of me, since our parents passed away before war started. I am not blue, however. I am glad he is in a better place. It all happened very fast, Green eyed monsters entered in the factory where we were hidden. Hoyer told me to run. I hesitated, but he insisted. When I saw them, my heart told me to stay, but my head told me to go away. That’s what I did. And I completely regret my decision, because when I looked back I saw Hoyer laying on the ground, crawling, trying to escape. And then, he was shot. They shot right in his forehead. And I just kept running, I opened a door which led to our secret room. It was cold and dark, just as my heart is right now. I stayed there, quiet, for some hours. I wanted to make sure they were gone. I left the room, just to find my brother´s body there. Deep inside, there was still hope in my heart. But it was all in vain, because there was no life in him. My desire was to give him a descent funeral, but all I could do was put him into a hole in the grass, far from storms and animals. 

September 16th, 1942

 I miss my brother. I can't do much without him. To survive, I have to do all by my own. I've been hungry since my brother's death. Nazies started to watch the garden where we used to steal food of, so I am left with no other option. I must go to town. I have a plan, I am not sure it is a good one, but I have to at least try. There is this bakery, whose owner is Rosenbauer, my brother was very close to him. Maybe I can ask him for help. I will give my best to survive, War won't take me down. 

September 20th, 1942

 I went to town. Everything went better than I expected. I had to be very careful and I did not wear my star, which every jew must wear. I was terrified about being alone at the street. Thanks God no one knew me so I wasn't denunciated... I left the factory at 5am and only arrived at evening. I met to Rosenbauer at his bakery, he was cleaning everything. There was nobody there besides him. He greeted me and hugged me, wondering about my brother. I told him everything, starring at his green eyes which were tearing up. He was very understandable and offered me shelter. I hesitated, I do not want to risk anymore lives. Hoyer was already enough. It was something so fantastic, finally believing someone. Knowing I could count on someone, knowing I was safe for a moment. He gave me food enough for weeks. The worst is, I couldn't pay him. He just smiled and told me to come back when food was over. I cannot express how grateful I am. I just arrived at the factory. 

September 14th, 1943

 One year. Oh brother, so long without you. It hurts thinking about your death. You still seem to be around me, helping me. Rosenbauer is an example. If it wasn't for your friendship, I would have starved to death. But I would rather starve than live in this misery, I honestly don't want to survive. I want to live. I would love to do something for you today. If I had the world, I would give it to you. Because you deserve it. Not only it, you deserve the universe. I had numerous ideas but I cannot put any of them in practice. Rosenbauer was, for some reason, next to the factory. He met me at the factory and we discussed a lot about you. Hoyer, reast in peace. Don't worry, you are not missing much... 

September 16th, 1943

 Rosenbauer helped me a lot because he was very moved by my story. Everyday I am more scared of everything. I remember my brother and cry every night, I am already tired of running from the nazi, and it is absolutely impossible for a young boy to escape from them. Sometimes I feel that they are immensely close to find me and take me to a concentration camp.

September 19th, 1943

They are HERE! I'm hiding myself in a secret room under my bed. I had to write my final notes. 

I'm totally desperate. I can't even imagine what can nazies do with me in concentration camps.

I can hear many shouts.

All I wanted to say before they take me is: I've tried. I'm proud from the days I survived, with or without my family. They were hard days.

They are now coming to the back rooms. I think they may not read this, but I am really thankful for all those who helped me, taking risks to save my life.

They are at the room that I am right now, getting everything out of place. I don't know if I'll be able to write again. 

They moved the bed out of place. Maybe that's time to meet my brother again.

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THE DIARY ENDS HERE

Diary Of Albert and Carolline - By: Barbara, Carol, Gustavinho e Rodrigo - 9A

Introduction

Albert is a boy, he’s 8 years old, he is thin and tall, he has short blond hair and light green eyes. Albert is smart and shy, he has a sister, Carolline, she is 13 years old, she is thin and tall, she has long strait blond hair and blue eyes, she likes to write, she is smart and sociable.

Day 1: July 12nd, 1942

Hi! My name is Carolline and today is my 13rd birthday!! My mom gave me a diary and I love it! My father gave me a doll, but, I prefer to write in my diary, anyway, I loved all my gifts. My brother Albert is far away from me, we don’t talk anymore, this is so bad =(.

Our family is very worried about the Nazi. Anyway, let’s talk about my family. My mother Anne, is very cool, lovely and sociable, she is 34 years old. My father Otto is very smart and sociable, sometime shy, he is 38 years old, and my relationship with him is very nice. My uncles and my grandparents were taken to a Concentration Camp. I’m afraid of what will happen to them.

Day 2: July 13rd, 1942

Dear diary, today I woke up sad, because my brother is very weird with me and, I don’t know why my parents are hiding anything from me, I’m very afraid of might can happen.

I just want my family to stay united and together. I’m in my room, but I saw my parents reading a letter, and I don’t know what is written, but I want to read it, now…

Day 3: July 14^th, 1942

Dear diary, finally I got the letter out of my parents sight, the letter was saying that my family will go to a Concentration Camp, and they’re going to separate our family, after I read it, I got scared of what might happen. We need to buy some food, but we are afraid. We go tomorrow…

Day 4: July 15^th, 1942

Dear diary, today I bought some food for my family, I was scared about what happened, now a days, we can’t travel by bus and I’m trying to take advantage in my last days at school.

After reading the letter we received, I can’t sleep more, because I’m very afraid.

Day 5: July 16^th, 1942

I woke up early with my father putting our things in boxes, we are going to a hide place, my brother liked the idea, he wears so many clothes, like my parents, when we arrived to the hide place, I saw many other people. Today, my father said the Wilson’s family will arrive, I’m very anxious to meet them. Anyway, I’m losing classes, but Mr. Wilson can help me.

Day 6: July 17^th, 1942

Dear diary, so, the worst part to live in a hide place is because I’m the only kid, and I want to go to school, talk and play with my friends… =(. Here is so boring.

My mother always protects my brother, he always does right things for her. Oh, the Wilson’s wife is tall with short strait brown hair and light brown eyes, she always talks about me, but it isn’t my fault, I always like to talk with other people.
PS.: Mr. Wilson gave me many books. He is nice!

Day 7: July 19^th, 1942

Dear diary, the best part of the day is come here and write in my diary, I talked with my brother, we don’t talk too much, so I liked to much, he talked to me the books he had read.

In the end of the day, was terrible because we heard bombs in the city and I didn’t sleep more, I’m trying to be strong, but I can’t. Ms. Wilson cries all the time, and her husband helped her… I feel sorry for her.

Day 8: July 20^th,1942

Dear diary, you don’t believe… Today a man joined to our hide place, his name is Robert, he is a doctor and the best part of this, he can help us sometimes, but it seems that he doesn’t like me… Too bad=(.

Day 9: March 12nd, 1943

Dear diary, I wasn’t written for one year… I’m  so sorry, because happened many things with we, and we are very scared now a days, I want this war end, and when end, I will come back again to school, I will talk to my friends. Today happens another attack, the radio said in the night, more bombs can explode.

Day 10: July 12nd, 1944

Dear diary, two years ago that we are here, I totally forgot the diary and I’m worried about what happened these days, I’m tired, every month, the situation gets bad., we can’t make any song, nothing interesting happens, if it does, I will tell you.

Day 11: July 13rd, 1944

Dear diary, I woke up very early, I’m scared because I don’t know where I am going, I’m separated from my parents, but my brother is with me, I think we’re going to a Concentration Camp.

P.S.: HELP ME!! PLEASE!

            Day 15: July 15^th, 1944

         Dear diary, I’m very sad and scared, two days ago, my brother died, I don’t know what to think about, I don’t have news about my parents… I’m so sorry, but… I give up… Bye. 

Diary of Guilherme Varella

September 10th 1940

Hello! My name is Rudy Hansen Duranni , and in this diary I will tell you about my life, about my fears, anguishes and wishes.

I will introduce my life and I hope you keep my story in your mind and heart. My name, as I told you , is Rudy Hansen Duranni. I am a Jew that was born in the city of Vaduz in the tiny country of Liechtenstein, on July 20 of 1928 , located between austro Hungarian empire and others of the region .

Unfortunately my family left Liechtenstein when I was 3 years old (1931) because Germany was a better place to live than Liechtenstein.

September 11 1940

When my family left Liechtenstein, they left our dog called Baldwin that is a German dog. I feel so bad for him. When my family arrived on Berlin, they contacted some friends, and they allowed us to stay in the second apartment, located on a suburb on the south of Berlin.

The apartment was a good place to relax , to stay on , but the problem was that he was located so far from the center and when we wanted to buy something , we had to walk for kilometers and this was pretty tiring.

September 12 1940

When I first saw the school, I thought it would be boring , the school name was the Israeli School for Germans. Unfortunately, by the year 1936 the Nazis closed it because it was a Jew school. They closed it because for them jews are what made Germany loss WW1. Serious, Germany loss the war because the bad decisions of the government  ,  blaming a minority or a religion isn't the way out.

September 20 1940

A week without writing , week of bombing by English planes. Thousands of civilian death, Berlin and Germany are being destroyed by the war.

Every day i keep trying to survive on this battle against the depression on this scenario of war that don't go out my mind. Every day I feel scary , about Nazis getting me and my family , I don't know how they aren't finding us.

September 30 1940

Other week of intense bombing , other thousand died , the British did it, but I don't blame them ,

They’re trying to save us from the devil called Hitler. He is the blamed of all evil of this world , may God kill him as he do with us.

November 4 1945

Dear writer , my name is Aleksey Putnisky, the original author of this diary is now dead , he and his family were captured by the Nazi police, and they were headed to the labor camp , as we know , they were killed by toxic gas , a very difficult way to die . The Nazi were defeated by mother Russia, we invaded Berlin and started killing German soldiers , we hoisted the flag of the workers of the world, thank to God that German were defeated when they invaded Rossiya ( Russia ) , in memory of all dead during Great War I will invite to pray with me : 

a svyatitca imya tvoye,

Da priidet tsarstvye tvoye,

Da budet volya tvoya

I na zemle kak na nebe.

Hleb nash nasusthnyiy dai nam na sey den,

I prosti nam dolgi nashi,

Kak i myi prosthae dolnikam nashim,

I ne vvedi nas v iskushenye,

No izbav nas ot lukavogo. Amin.

This is the end of rudy's diary, may his soul be in peace.

Anita's Diary

August 31

Dear diary, my name is Anita, I’m fourteen years old.

Today I didn’t go to school, everything looked so wired, the streets were empty, I think that’s because there’s a new war starting, I notice that some students were missing and I’m a really scared, my parents said that the first war was  terrible, a lot of innocent people died, and I don’t want to die, I still have a life to live.

At 13:00, I was having lunch at home with my parents and we were talking about how the city was getting weird, just t like it happened at the first war.

Today I’m going to stay all day at my place with my parents.

September 1

I woke up early today, I went  to school and during my english class, I heard a loud noise coming from outside.   

Everyone was getting in pain so all my teachers, all my friends and I went to the school basement. The war was staring.

We stayed all day at that basement and I didn’t come home, we all stayed at the basement until 9 pm.

September 29

When I got home, my parents weren’t there, so I got worried, I couldn’t get any sleep that night.

During the morning some Nazi guy knocked on the door to take me. I couldn’t resist, he was stronger than me.

I didn’t know were he was taking me, just when we arrived that I knew, I was at the concentration camp, that guy just put me with the other kids, they were without their family to.

There was a girl that was really nice, her name was Anne. Even with all that it was happening, we became friends, really close friends.

September 5

Today, when I woke up, my friend Anne, wasn’t by my side, the Nazi tooked her, and during the morning I received a notice that Anne has died.

I cried a lot, I was really sad and scared, I thought that maybe I was the next one to be taken away.

September 6

This morning when I woke up, I wasn’t at the same place that I slept. I was in a truck, full of other kids, Hitler was going to kill me, I was really terrified, I didn’t know where I was going, I was feeling everytering. 

When we arrived and I got out of the truck, I was at a horrible place, full of juish people, I was definitely going to die.

September 7

Anita died at September 7 of 1939 on the concentration camp.  

Pedro A, Guilherme Z, Giovanna M e Marina M      

Diary of a girl

August 15, 1939 Hello my diary, I had you for 2 hours and I'm writing on you just now, because I'm in my daddy's work. He is an writer and I was helping him. We were working on a newspaper about the Nazis in conflict with Poland. August 16, 1939 Dear diary, I was in my hidding place inside the hearth stone because in Germany is really cold. I have been helping my mom and dad in housework. I need to tell you how they are, because after all they are my family and you are my friend. My mother is very beautiful, she have wave dark and long hair like me, she have big green eyes, and she is short but actually higher then me and she is very slim. She is very strong because we aren't developed enough to give space women in the labor market in a male-dominated society, making she work hard in home. And that's why I love her so much, and that's why she is my inspiration. My father has strait short brown hair, he is taller, he is not that fat, and he is not that slim, he is okay! He have a strong personality, he is very smart, read a lot of history books. He works a lot and because of that he isn't present all the time because he have to support our family but I understand and for he works I'm happy! But that's why I love they so much. August 23, 1939 Dear diary, Sorry for not writing on you this week I was in my school, and I have a lot of homeworks this week and assessments. In my school they are saying that Nazis who invaded Poland is going to have a big war again, and I don't waned because I'm scared if this happen. I think I'm responsible for my family, and if this is real I don't know what I'm going to do! I need to be strong... Thanks I have you by my side... August 30, 1939 Dear diary, Today I came home after school and my mother and my father are making their bags. I can't believe that we are going to run away! We need to fight for our country and our rites! I need to be strong for my family but I'm insecure if something happen. After dinner, it was only despair I can't talk with they about what I'm feeling! I tried to talk to them but nothing happen! They are scared.. More than me... I think tomorrow we are going to run away. September 1, 1939 Today my life start different... I heard on the radio that the war had started, everything and everyone felt so different. It's like my life is not the same... We woke up early, and with all the hurry, we don't have much time to have breakfast. I was running to the door, it was raining and very cold, much solders runnin in the street, my father hold my arm and he said to me: • " my daughter if anything happens with us now you just need to run and don't look back, okay?" I accepted with my head. And we start to walk, when I heard something similar to a cat, and looked around, but I don't have see anything! But suddenly I felt something in my leg, when I look down I saw a little cat! So with all the running I pick him from my leg and put him in my bag. When we run to other side of the street solders invaded our house, screaming, picking their guns, and shouting in everything. I start to cry, and my legs was shaking, I was scared, but I need to be strong! So I cleaned the tears from my face and I keep walking, like anything happend. October, 2nd, 1939 Dear diary, I couldn't wrote on you, because in this month me and my family are running and hiding from solders of Germany Nazi, was trying to capture us, we are Jew. They want to take us to the concentration camp, there they don't give us food, respect, they live us to die in a little room with toxic gas and if someone can't work they kill. I don't wanna go to this place, I don't wanna be dead. I'm to young to die. We can have different religions, but we keep all been the same, need to have the same rights, we breathe the same air and why someone of us are dead? Just because we have different religions? This is not fair! They can't do that with a entire religion! And if you want October 23, 1939 Dear diary, In this special and sad day, I only have to thank you the person that create me, take care of me and after all to be my mother all these years and always be by my side, even when I was seek, even when I was sad, in all the bad and good moments of my life, I don't now how to thank you but I wish that I could have done more for you and be more by your side. I just want you to know I will always be you little baby and I always remember and love you all the days of my life. December 1st, 1939 My father and I was cautch, we are in the concentration camp now! They found us in a old house near the old train line, I leave the little Mia with a family that help us in this months giving us food and a place to be hiding . They hit my father and carry us to the concentration camp, we try to run, but they are using guns, and we are not going to have risks so the only way was to follow them to the train and go to the camp. September 5, 1945 Sorry to say this but, unfortunately my douther don't survive the war. She was very strong, her heart was very strong and she was a very beautiful child, but unfortunately the war take everything that a love. But stronger as she was, she left a few words to say: "Dear diary, today I think it's my last day of life because here in camp few persons stay alive, and I don't think I'm going to be one of them, so here I am written this to say everybody to live you life and be strong for you, your family, your friends, well everybody, don't let a society government stop you to do what you love, things you like, things you want to do, don't let them say how your life is going to be, don't let your dreams, because they are stronger than anything and anyone, you need to live your life, and be how you want, doing what you want, I'm a girl and I know we don't have rights in our society, but we are going to have this one day, I want this goes to all the places of the world, to share my history with persons that have problems, like me, and help them. My name is Magda and this is my history".

Diary Of Mia

Audio

August 23, 1944

Dear Diary,

That´s my first time writing on you, and i´m doing this because i´m scared, i´m scared because i´m hiding for 5 months in a very dark and dusty place. I live in germany and my name is Mia Sklachovic, i´m 12 years old.

 I´m telling you what´s happening in Germany right now, we are in war, the nazists are coming for us (jewish people), they are taking over the Europe really fast, I don´t know what is going to happen with me.

They want to bring their politic, and spread their differences, as a lot of others countries. I heard my dad talking about this with my mom, I guess I know what it means, and it is not a good thing.

August 30, 1944

Dear Diary,

It has been a week since I started writing on you, now we are in a different place, we heard that the nazists were close to us, so we moved really fast. Now we are In a smaller place, that´s so bad, I’m literally crying every day.

I see how my mom stays at night, she hold her tears so hard and try to be strong, I’m worried about her. One thing that bothers me is that I have no idea what goes through my mom and dad´s minds, my dad are always trying to be calm, and make my mom feel calm too.

,y dad always hug my mom, and I hear he whispering that everything is going to be okay, I can´t wait to get out of here.

I don’t even know what the weather looks like from here, well we only have a tiny space in the roof, so the air can circulate, and sometimes I fell wind, or sun.

September 6, 1944

Dear Diary,

It´s so quite in here, a new family has just arrived, that makes the space even smaller, I thought that with another kid in here It would be less boring, but I was wrong. There is a couple that lost their first born child, I guess they didn´t get over this yet, but they have another boy, his name is Alfred, he is 15 years old, he´s kind of cute, but passing through this hard time, it’s really hard to think about boys.

It stills so bring in here, I can´t sing, or even talk, well I can talk but not loud just whispering. I´m thinking about talking with the new boy, I need to have somebody to talk about what we´re going through, what I’m going through, someone who can really understands me . because now all I have are just this piece of paper.

September 13, 1944

Dear Diary,

I´m worry, I know I should not think about that kind of stupid things at this moment of ours lifes, but well, I think I started to have feelings for Alfred , I know, it´s silly, but he was not like I though, so let me tell you how this craziness happened:

The last time I wrote on you, I told that I was going to try to talk with him, well that was what I did and now he´s helping me everytime I cry, he always support me, he knows what i´m passing. He always tell me things about his brother, I can see how much Alfred miss him.

I guess that is not so bad, because in this point of my life I really need someone who I can talk to, there is times when our parents complain with us because we stay till late talking, we don´t care, of course we try to speak lower than we can.

He always says that i´m pretty. Oh lord I think i´m falling for him, but I can´t stop thinking about my parents everytime, they look really bad, I think they are loosing their forces.

They are trying to pretend that they are better, but I notice from far how they really are.

September 20, 1944

Dear Diary,

I´m starting to get hope that we will survive, well Alfred´s parents look really sick, my mom is trying to help them, but they don’t look like they are getting better, Alfred is really worried about them, but he is hiding this too. I don’t understand why people always hide what they are feeling, I now, I do it too but I know that would be better if we talk to eachother or we are going to be crazy in here, we don´t know how much time do we have.

I don’t know what is going to happened to me, or with everybody, i´m really afraid

I´m afraid to die.

Milene, Rafaela and Brendha.