The soldiers are finally giving us a break. I am weak. So weak that I can barely walk. The mixture of hunger, thirst, and tiredness makes me dizzy and light-headed. I feel as if I am on the edge of death. I smell a putrid scent in the air. A large building with large smokestacks is up ahead. Must be burning something, I think. Something horrible. Right after I think that, a huge tractor-like truck pushing a huge mound of something towards a large pit. With a closer look, I realize they are dead bodies. As the bodies are shoved in, I can’t help but think that my family could be in there. My family treated as if they were simply bags of trash, unneeded junk to dispose of. The thought of it makes my heart sink lower than ever. We are still walking. I see a sign that shows the name “Auschwitz.” I wonder what it means. We seem to be slowing down to a large forest opening, but no trees are in sight. Many shovels are scattered on the ground. Many German guards have surrounded the large opening. “Get a shovel and dig until we tell you to stop. Now!” they demand. Everyone knows well enough not argue. As I dig, I think about how I thought that these wicked Germans would do much worse to us than just dig. It almost seems like a dream now. Maybe I will wake up soon, and Mother, the twins, Papa, and Jesiah will be back. Mother will cook breakfast, and as we laugh and joke in the breakfast room, it will be as if nothing ever happened. I wish it were that easy. It seems we have been digging for a long time. My arms ache, and the thought of Mother cooking breakfast makes my hunger pains worse. I slow down my digging just a little. Then, I see some Jews lining up in front of German guards. And right before my eyes, the Jews are shot in the neck. They fall dead to the ground. The guards shove them into the pits. I quickly realize that all this time, we have been digging our own graves. No, I think desperately, I cannot die this way. I’m not ready! Oh, God, what have you done? I can’t bear the thought of being carelessly shot and completely forgotten about. I want to die with the thought of my mother, my siblings, my father, my life, not anxiously waiting for a bullet to end my life. The thought of all of this at the same time makes me so overwhelmed, I fall to the ground. I can’t tell if I’m dead or not. I want to be dead, to be with my family. Somehow, I can still feel the reality world. I can feel myself being thrown on top of other dead bodies, but I do not see them. Good, I shall pass away just like my mother, I think. I feel myself being tossed through the air, and I land. But it is not a peaceful landing. I suddenly feel an extremely hot, burning sensation around me, engulfing me. I’m being burned, I think, burned. The scent I smelled was the burning of flesh. And now I am a victim. As I feel the flames eating away at my flesh, I have only one thought: This is hell. It is not a dream, nightmare, vision, simply hell. God has given up on me, and I sympathize for all the human beings who have done nothing to deserve this. The Devil has taken over to burn the souls out of as many people as possible. He has turned the world to Hell.