Saturday, May 25, 2019

Anne Frank’s Post Capture Diary Essay

The following all takes place between the time of Anne Frank and familys capture and her last in Bergen-Belsen Concentration Camp4th August 1944I dont know what happened. I unspoiled dont know. There is no way they could have found without some despicable, racist and selfish person turning us in. Margot hasnt stopped crying. She is depending on me. I have to repose on a brave face no matter how terrified I am of our destination and what awaits us there. The truck we are on smells of peeing and something else disgusting I cant imagine what is secreting out. They tell us that we are going to a prison where we can meet other get rid of like us. I think it is them who should be locked up. After all it is they themselves who are the scum5th August 1944We have arrived at our destination. I caught a glance of the name. We are in Weteringschan Prison. It means the prison of death. I can see why. Rotting corpses are all around. Many of us have vomited at the unadulterated sight. Howeve r we have been told there is worsened to come. I cant imagine a worse place than this. I am beginning to tactile property an illness about me. If I am sickening for something this early on, I will never survive. Soon they are shipping us off to Westerbork. I assume that where I will give out. Im so scared. I dont know how much largeer I can transmit thisAugust 8th 1944This is it. I cannot go on living anymore. They separated myself and Margot from Mummy and Pim. I kicked up such a fuss that Margot had to pull me spur to keep the guards from shooting me there and then. There are no words to describe how melancholy I am feeling right now. I just have to sleep and hope that this fiendish life is all just a nightmarish dreamSeptember 3rd 1944I was shaken fire up by guards early this morning.I was not awake enough to catch all of what they said but I caught the gist of it. Auschwitz Death Camp. Those words fortuity fear deep into my heart. All hope of survival drained instantly fr om my body. I didnt have the energy to fight back, so I stumbled onto the tag with what few belongings I had left and watched my screaming tearful mother reach out to us. I couldnt stop crying for the whole journey. wherefore are the Nazis doing this to us? What have we ever done to upset anyone? Ive tried to lead a good life but obviously god needs to make Jews repent for something. Maybe this is like Noahs Ark. God is cleansing the Earth of all bad things. Maybe we are bad. Maybe we do deserve to dieSeptember 5th 1944Westerbork isnt as bad I thought. Apparently the Germans just let the Jews run the place as long we work hard. Me and Margot have been sentenced to potato peeling. There are worse jobs out there I still miss Mum and Pim so much though. I hope theyre okayOctober 19th 1944My hopes lifted when we were sent away form this horrible place. They descended back down again as soon as I realised we were just being transported to the worst place I had ever heard of. Bergen Be lsenDecember 24th 1942What a way to spend Christmas. Crammed in a dark dank hole with hundreds of others like us. There appears to be an outbreak of a disease with yellow pustules oozing blood in the loosening of the tents. It is only a matter of time before it reaches me and Margot. Speaking of Margot, she is sickening a lot worse than me. She is as pale as a ghost. I dont know how likely it is for her to pull throughJanuary 12th 1945The Germans might as well have abandoned us. There is no nourishment or water. Everyone is covered in mud and scars. We only have bits of cloth to cover ourselves with. Worst of all Margot is taking a new turn for the worse every day. She cant even walk anymore. She spends all day in bed, just coughing and spluttering. The little food I get goes to her. Im so cold. We cant last much longer19th March 1945I cant go on. I woke up this morning. Margot didnt. I cant even walk as I am so grief-stricken. All hope is lost. Hitler will conquer the world and i t shall perish at his handsIt is believed Anne died within a few days of Margot. They both perished of Typhus in March 1945.

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