3 August 2012
'"Where are they taking us?" I hear a young boy say to his Father, He shakes his head and glances at me.
They yank us out of the train.
'Work camp'. Thats what its titled, 'Work for freedom' written underneath.
"Take your clothes off!" They toss them to a side and replace them with rags, They smelt of death and of fire...
We enter.
The first thing I see is a helpless man being shot in the head...
So much for 'Work for freedom.'
I'm going to die here...
*wrote last night, a carry-on from when I was 12.
Where Are They Taking Us? • Opuss № I