I studied the black and white photo of the convent where the nuns had hidden several Jewish families at risk of their own lives. I was little boy at the time. I didn’t fully understand what was going on but I knew that I had to stay hidden for most of the time. I couldn’t go outside and play or be like the other children. I was different. I was a Jew. The Nazis hated Jews. It didn’t matter that I was just a child. My father said that if we were ever taken to a concentration camp, I and other children would be taken straight to the gas chambers. I didn’t know what a gas chamber but I could tell that it was a terrible place. People went inside and never came back out.
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