Personal Narrative Essay: One Flew Over The Fence

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I thought I was just helping a friend, but when I climbed over the fence I knew I had gotten myself into a serious sitution and I couldn’t turn back. My name is Bruno I am 9 years old and I am from Berlin, Germany. Although I had no clue, I moved to Poland about 2 years ago. When we moved I was very upset, my house was much smaller, our home was isolated, grandma and grandpa didnt live near us anymore, and nothing was the same. There was a large fence not 50 feet from my house that had other boys who got to play together. I missed my old friends who would play with me I wanted to go back but daddy got a better job so we were forced to stay. About one year after we had moved I met a friend named Shmuel he was lucky because he was on the other side of the fence with all …show more content…

Shmuel and I talked almost everyday since I met him, the day I climbed over the fence onto the other side was the day after he couldn’t find his dad. All I wanted to do was help him find the only person he had left, but I lost mine life doing so. When I climbed over the fence there were nazis (like my father) everywhere, two of them took me and Shmuel and pushed us towards a crowed of people also in striped pajamas. I had no idea what was going on so I just went along with it we were forced into a small cramped room little did I know was a gas chamber with about 100 other people, all of a sudden the lights went off and like anybody could imagine we were all dead. I guess you could say that I effected all of the other Jewish people, me not being Jewish and going into the camps to look for a friends father but in all honesty, I didnt know what the camps were and I didn’t realize that was risking my life. I didn’t look at jews as awful “things” I looked at them as normal people but again I didn’t understand what was going on and I still don’t (even though im dead) because im only

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