Author's note: Its a true story except the end was added by the real brother
The TripThe next 2 days went pretty much like normal days. School.
Soldiers at the corners. Now it’s Sunday. We go to the
synagogue. But I had a feeling... that today... things were
going to be different.
9 AM. Today we went to the synagogue earlier than
usual. They called us because Rabbi John said he had
something important to tell us. My mother and father held
each other’s hands while we were sitting down. They knew it
Once everyone arrived, Rabbi John spoke. “My friends,”
he said in a worried tone, “today we have gathered together,
so that we won’t have to walk into the darkness alone. Last
night, the Nazis came, and took our lists, of all the Jewish
families, their names, their home addresses, all of it. I’m
sorry, we couldn’t stop them. Please, do not waste your time
being angry, or accusing. Now is the time for the family to be
together, to be united. Now, we must all be friends, to help
each other in these times. We do not know why the wanted
with the lists, or what they will do with the information, but
we hope, that no danger comes to all of you. Now go home,
get ready. We do not know what is coming, but I fear, that
these upcoming days will change. Bless you all, and farewell.”
Everyone did what we were told. In our building, all our
Jewish neighbors started to pack up. My father and mother
were worried. Now we couldn’t hide that we were Jewish.
The Germans would know. My father picked up the phone
and called someone. He said that times were changing, that
we needed to leave. Then he started talking differently. My
mother said he was talking to a fisherman. All I heard my
father say was that we were going to have to take a boat ride.
He decided to pack up, and go to my brother Carter’s house
in Sweden. We hadn’t seen Carter since last year. It was going
to be nice to see him again. Too bad it’s in a bad time. I used
to love it when he would take me to Mrs. Jennifer’s bakery
and buy me a cupcake with a smiley face on it. I wonder what
we are going to do when we get there, and how long we will
be there for.
We packed our things as our father told us to do. 6
outfits, 2 dresses, and a few extra shirts and skirts. Julanne
had nothing but shirts and skirts. Along with the clothes, my
mother packed extra tea bags and bread for the trip. It was
going to be a long one. Longer than the half hour drive to get
to the other side of the city for groceries.
My father drove us far. Farther than I had ever gone in
my whole life. We passed open meadows, where dear
roamed free, and you could see small houses on the far side
of the meadows with cows on the plain. The first thing
Julanne shouted when saw the cows was, “MILK!” We all
laughed on that one.
Few hours later we made it to the shoreline. Sweden is on the
other side. It looked like an ocean away. And the only way
past, was by boat.