A Narrative Essay On The Warsaw Ghetto

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Warsaw Ghetto
Germany (Present day Poland)
April, 1943
“Mama! They’re coming for us!”
Albina stared at her young son with wide eyes. Her heart sank in her chest.
“The Germans?” She asked. Gerald stood still, the memory of the approaching Germans fresh in his head. “Thousands of them, mama. I saw them approaching from the bridge outside the gates.”
Albina cursed and grabbed for the iron rod which was kept on the couch. Hitting it repeatedly on the wall, all she could think of was her husband’s letters telling her of the danger which awaited all of them soon.
“Go get Ferdi and Everard.” She kicked the wall again and the plaster came tumbling down, revealing a worn out wooden closet. She grabbed the rod and hit the doors. “Inform everyone that we’re leaving for the
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Frieda pulled out her gun from her robe and pointed it at her brother, her eyes glistening with tears.
“You come one step closer and I will shoot you right through your heart.”
Frieda could only watch her brother disappear into the empty streets of Warsaw.
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“The Germans are back for revenge. Our attack on the Nazi soldiers gave birth to fear in their hearts and today, they come back with hundreds of armed troops to massacre us all.” Said Everard Bennet, his hands behind his back as he paced in front of the hundreds of Jews gathered before him. “We must fight back! We must show the Germans that we have no shame in in being a Jew! We must fight for our brethren who were slaughtered by the Aryans!”
The crowd roared loudly. The anger of the Jews and their thirst for revenge swirled in the air around them. They were about to bring a revolution to motion – together.
Gerald clung to his mother tightly in between the crowd. With her hair pulled back tightly, her ammunition and daggers clinging to the inside of her coat, Gerald saw a warrior in his mother.
“We’ll be okay, Ger.” Albina said on noticing her son’s gaze on her. “The night will pass in a jiffy and tomorrow we

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