Shmuel's Journal Entries

June 5, 1940
Dear Journal,
A few days ago one of the offices was severely beaten by one of my uncles. He was killed. Today, a new family moved into the officer's old house. I assume that that is the new officer and his family. Great. They are probably all rich, stuck up, snotty people. The grass is green, the house is huge, and the people are white. I yearn for such a pretty place to live and play in. I have sand, barbwire fences, and officers that are constantly telling me what to do. However, it could be worse. I could be dead. Trust me, I have been threatened many times by the evil officers and once by Hitler himself.
-Shmuel

June 24, 1940
Dear Journal,
I finally see the light at the end of the tunnel. I met the officers son. All the preconceived notions I had come up with were all wrong. He was nice, gentle, and caring. We became friends and we secretly meet by the fence that separates us at least once a day. Today, he snuck me a loaf of bread. I hope that his father will never find out. He is forbidden to talk to me because I am a Jew, and we are considered below them. How stupid. If his dad found out we were friends, I would probably be killed and Bruno would be in a lot of trouble. Hopefully I can hang in there a little bit longer. Well, One of the officers is coming. I must go. Ill talk to you soon.
-Shmuel