I hate Auschwitz; it is a bad place to be. I wish I could go back to my house in Poland and live peacefully with my family. The soldiers treat us badly and have no respect for anybody. It’s almost like they have no feelings. They barely feed us enough to do a full day’s work. Most people are really struggling by lunch time and find it hard to work at the level that the soldiers expect us to. The days are hot while at night it is cold. The huts stink, most people are unwell but there are no doctors to help. I have even seen a few people die; it’s such a horrible sight. I am scared here.

Yesterday a boy came to visit me, he cheered me up. He said his name was Bruno, what a funny name. He was from the nearby house that I could see at a distance. Bruno said he was German, his birthday is on the same day as mine. Bruno is a good friend, how come the other Germans are awful and why can’t they be like Bruno? Bruno doesn’t quite understand what’s happening on our side of the fence, some of the things he says about the camp amaze me. But I can’t complain, he does make me feel good.

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.

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.