Here's what happened on the day of our arrest. We heard a loud crack as our door came down. Everyone got out of their rooms to see what it was. The Nazi's got my diary. They came in yelling alright put your hands up. All I could do was stare. I was in utter shock as it seemed like my life would end as I slowly raised my hand. Everyone had the most shockingly deadly scared looks on their faces. My thoughts were, It's difficult in times like these: ideals, dreams and cherished hopes rise within us, only to be crushed by grim reality. .
It's a wonder I haven't abandoned all my ideals, they seem so absurd and impractical. Yet I cling to them because I still believe, in spite of everything, that people are truly good at heart. Even as the Nazi soldiers took us away I thought to myself wondering, why. I still stood in fear as they took us one by one out of the annex. .
I get cross, then sad, and finally end up turning my heart inside out, the bad part on the outside and the good part on the inside, and keep trying to find a way to become what I'd like to be and what I could be if . . . if only there were no other people in the world. Nobody will ever completely understand me to let me be what I can be to my fullest potential. Alas, I shall never be able to live happily in a concentration camp. .
