Hello, I am a Black African Jew, my name is Auruba Abebe, and I have two siblings who are older than me, their names are Auber and Odion, and there is my mother and father, which I will just name them Mummy and Daddy.

We are a reclusive family, in case you don't know. We live somewhere in a place in Germany called Deggendorf. The state of the place looks so dumpy and depressing. Mother keeps telling me to stay inside in case any of the soldiers try and come and get me if I make a sound that is kind of a bit loud tooo clear to hear.

One morning we all got up a little late, it was already half-past twelve in the afternoon, and we had nothing to eat, no drinks, no anything, except some pieces of paper I am writing to you on.

I was playing with my siblings quietly in the house, my mother kept clicking her fingers at me and one of my siblings to tell me to stop in case if the soldiers find out about us, which my mother and father are most definitely scared of. And so am I.

When it had reached half past seven in the evening I felt like going outside without telling my parents at all, at least they weren't near me.

Once I got there, I was out and the air tasted so bad it tasted like somebody had thrown a gas bomb to the town. I was just casually walking and then all of a sudden, there was a sound that suddenly just woke me up out of the middle of nowhere. I had accidentally kicked a beer bottle quite loudly and I gasped a little bit louder than I had thought, then all of a sudden I did not realise that there were soldiers there and I had heard one of them say, 'Hey, hast du das geh�rt?' and I got so scared and I immediately ran for the house door and I had got in as soon as I could, and then, my parents and my siblings came up to me and my mother had said panicking, 'Where in the heavens above did you think you were doing, young man?' I did not know what to say to my parents and then we heard a banging on the door and I thought it was one of the soldiers that I had just seen when I had got outside.

We were trying to find the best place to hide from the soldiers way up the stairs and into a room that was so silent, clean and empty.

'Did you go outside of the house without telling us?' my mother suddenly asked me and I got super scared and embarrassed.

Then I heard some footsteps coming up from the stairs and it was most definitely might have been the soldiers.

The first door that they had checked was the room we were hiding in from them. And unfortunately, it was one of the soldiers I had just seen when I had been outside.

The soldier right in front of us shouting: 'Ihr f�nf Neger kommt mit uns, ihr seid verhaftet!'

And so on, the soldiers had taken us all away from our home by carrying us so badly and very violently. I tried to tell him to stop, but had a lot of thoughts about him just saying 'No!' to me so I didn't say anything at all, I could almost feel that my legs were about to fall off from being held like some giant rag doll by one of the soldiers.

The soldiers did not care that we were in pain at all, I mean, the place I and my family were about to go which I have heard about by my mother and some of the people that have been by me talking about it before.

I started to panic for myself and the family that we were going to die too young of an age. God, I hate those soldiers, all thanks to Mr. Hitler you had made very immensely bad laws for the Jewish people, like myself and other colours. And, what is worse? Mr. Hitler had said it and also made the laws for these types of people as well such as homosexuals, people with disabilities, etc cetera.

They had already taken us out of the house by dragging us into a truck leaving us in crippled-like bodies.

I had noticed that there were other people on the truck with me and the family, I did not feel like saying hello to any of them at all because, well, Mum said I should not be talking to strangers, outside or otherwise; and that is just possibly one of the best wisdom of advice from a mother like mine. Whenever a loved one of yours tells you something you should do, listen to their heart and do not ignore what where you have come from advice for you to do.

I could feel a deep melancholy moment because I felt like this could be the last ever time that I would ever see my family or even worse, possibly my friends for whom the people that I trusted.

From that moment on, I could hear one of the soldiers aggressively sliding and locking the slider. And then, once that had happened, the truck had suddenly started to move and I didn't know what to do but to cry to my mother, father, and the gods for whom to help anyone.

I could hear the soldier aggressively shouting at all of us at the back of the vehicle that I had got so scared and upset, that I felt like I was going to die by suffocation, which is what basically these concentration camps were made for.

It was already morning, I had been woken up and I suddenly realised that I was not on the truck anymore now. I was on a train which was going forward to the camp where I was supposed to suffocate in.

Thankfully, my mother, father and my siblings were all here with me so that I didn't feel alone.

I got very nervous with melancholy and agony, I was just paying attention to how far we were getting to the camp where I saw a few slim children, adolescents and adults in the camp that I was feeling scared that I could end up like them, at least if somebody would find me and freely take me away from this hellhole, I would think it would just look like one of those loony bins some of the people of the disabled community had gone to and most of them sadly would stay there for the rest of their lives, or even after death. At least I am not one of those people who has ever been to or stayed in a actual place like that before.

The train had stopped and I had just suddenly realise that we have landed in the concentration camp already. One of the soldiers shouted to all of us, 'Verschwinde, bevor du schwer verletzt und bestraft wirst!' I felt so angry and all of us got out of the train and I saw that the soldiers had to strip you nude (if you were one of them) and put you in prison suits with your numbers on them.

I have waited about three minutes for us to get stripped nude by the soldiers aggressively and get put into our prison suits.

On my suit, my number was 26924, I do not feel like saying the suit numbers of my mother's, father's, or any of my siblings or anyone else's because I would just think they would find it rude that I had invaded some of their personal information about them.

We had entered the inside of the camp and we didn't know what we had to do or what was going to happen to us, so we just entered it.

First out of all those, a soldier would strip me or anyone down nude and put us in prison suits with our numbers on. And then secondly, they would shave all of our hairs off of the tops of our heads.

We had just entered inside of the camp and I could see on everybody's faces that they weren't having a good time here at all. I just got so worried about them, and I didn't even know what to do. I was trying to see if I could only just say 'Hello!' to them but I felt like my mother would just come right up in front of me and dragged me away from them because they would just think that I was just being a strange person or a provoking person.

I felt like going by the barbed wire which was on the top but I couldn't do it, but so unfortunately one of the soldiers had caught me doing it and he came right in front of me and so he was punishing me severely and my mother was crying so bad and feeling so bad for herself and thinking of what if I never existed on this Planet Earth ever at the same time.

'STOP! PLEASE STOP SOLDIER, STOP SEVERELY PUNISHING MY SON!' And so the soldier had been ignoring my mother disrespectfully and she was also getting that same sort of punishment that would change me and my mother's entire life forever.

We were thrown on the ground aggressively by the soldier and nearly all the parts of our bodies were hurting so bad that my mother and I felt like we needed to go to a hospital or something like that. But, we can't because we are stuck inside of a hellhole full of people suffocating with death.

This situation me, my family and everyone else would be everlasting one for the rest of the day, or maybe even for the rest of tomorrow as well, which I would definitely not like to see people feel that way.

Some hours had all passed away, the soldier had shouted to us to go to our beds, he was leading us all the way through the halls where the beds where, and the beds we saw looked ugly and suffocating that I didn't feel like going in any of them at all, but unfortunately I had to sleep in one of those.

We all got into our bunk beds and I felt so cramped that I felt like that I was going to turn into a crippled person. The soldier turned off the light once the last one had got inside of them and he shouted to us: 'GUTE NACHT, JUDEN!' and so he walked off and was about to head off to the other side of where the other beds were.

I was suddenly starting to get horrible nightmares from the soldiers and what I was experiencing that I felt like I was going to die the next day, goddamn that stupid Mr. Hitler!

All of a sudden, I had woken up. I was only asleep for about two hours or so. Somehow, once I suddenly woke up, I saw three mice running all around the place like a lunatic and then they all suddenly walked off, but I knew I couldn't get out of bed so I stayed and tried to get some sleep in my horrible, crooked bunk bed. And now I was having these thoughts about what I had just experienced whilst everybody else was asleep: Where do the Mice Go?

It was sunrise and we were all woken up to the loud sounds of those soldiers and I couldn't help but feel I needed to punch that guy in the face. What are they doing? Drugs or something like that? I so goddamn hate this disgusting place, I hope someone will come for me and free me from there.

We all got out of bed and I couldn't stop thinking of that nightmare I had been having last night where I literally got killed in some sort of gas chamber, which I would not like to see happening in reality.

I got kicked on the back by one of the soldiers and I was suffocating all the way through to the outside air. I felt like I was so doomed.

I was playing with one of the others for which I was the only dark one out of all of them.

Then later, I felt like looking out there out of those wires finding somebody would get me out of this place, hopefully so they would even.

I felt so sad and traumatised inside of myself that I didn't even know or feel what would happen next to me at all.

I felt like I didn't want to describe all about what I did today to make the story a bit shorter, so I spent most of my hours looking outside of those wires of the camp.

All of the victims in the camps were going into our bunk beds again. Oh no! I couldn't stand sleeping in one of those spine-chilling beds.

The soldier shouted 'Good Night!' in German again like yesterday, but those night or the other weren't even that good. Good God! It was painful!

Once the soldier wasn't here, I felt like sneaking out of the bunk bed and looking out of those windows, and so I did it without getting caught at all.

The nighttime looked pretty perfect that night. But when I was looking outside at the beautiful sky, I could hear a bush moving and some footsteps. I felt like it might be somebody that could get me out of this disgusting place and all. And so, was I right spot-on about it. And so apparently yes! Yes I most definitely was, a man was looking right in front of me and I shouted nearly that loud that the soldiers could even hear me, but they didn't pay my attention, and besides that, I think they would believe it was a goose or some sort of bird or animal, that there I had asked him, 'What is your name, Mister?'

The man said. 'I am Nicholas Winton, and I am here to free you. Would you like to be free from this horrible incinerator?'

'Yes, I would call this place an incinerator.'

'Okay then, go get some people out and then we could try and escape from here.'

'Okay then, Mr. Winton!'

And so I got to the bunk beds and asked if my mother would come but she was asleep, my siblings were awake and they did agree to get out, and all the kids I was playing with today, we all got out of bed one by one and we got through the escaping hole and we got out in no time. But the trouble was, a soldier caught all of us escaping and got one of my friends' feet, and I shouted to him: 'LET GO! LET GO! LET GO OF THIS POOR BOY! STOP IT! WE BEG YOU TO!' But so he did without noticing because his hand and palm were getting sweaty and we managed to get out of there.

Nicholas Winton was trying to run off, and we had to check our backs if any of the soldiers were coming straight for us, and so on, there weren't. But there was an alarm going off to warn the victims and the soldiers that somebody or some people had been escaping from the camp and having the thought of that kind of freaked me out so much that I felt like tomorrow would be my last day on Planet Earth.

Luckily, as I could see from my point of view or any of the other kids that Winton had got his hands into did not see anyone still on. Winton had never given up on running from the camp to get us free and I could tell he was not getting out of breath at all, he was such a great and healthy man.

'What are you going to do with us, Mr. Winton?' I had asked him

'I am going to take you to an airport not far from here.'

'Okay, but where?'

'To Blackpool.'

We were all cheering for joy gaily a bit silently so none of the soldiers could hear us and we would not die at a young, tender age.

I, my siblings and my new friends all decided to go to sleep when Nicholas Winton started to run for our lives again, for which he had just started, so we closed all of our eyes and dreamed about what it might be like in Blackpool,

And so I continued my sleep with my siblings and my new friends.

I had just woken up and realised we had just reached the airport. Finally, safety from the Nazis.

We had only just entered the building and Nicholas was going to where you have to ask a worker of the airport of where you are planning to go. The person was a German woman with a proper German accent asking Winton. 'Where are you going?'

'Blackpool, please.'

'Okay, how many people?'

'One adult and six children please, I just saved them from the camp.'

'Okay, now go to the checking area please.'

And so we immediately had to go to the checking area and we had got through there in no time.

The checker checked through my armpits, torso, genital and legs to see if I had anything hidden behind my ragged clothing, and so there weren't any and me and my siblings and friends were all good to go. And now all we had to do was to wait patiently for a plane to Blackpool.

I had waited for about seven hours for a plane, like there was no tomorrow. And so that there was one when all of those seven hours had all passed away so quickly that I felt like I could've written all about what I had just experienced, which is basically what I am doing in these words.

We all got into the plane quickly before it was going to take off, and the woman beside the entrance knew where we were going by telling herself that the person was obviously Nicholas Winton.

When we had got into the plane, I had noticed that not much people on the plane at all, and so that had meant that there was a few space for all of us, there was only about nineteen people on the plane, and the space inside of it looked so massive.

We had all took of our seats ready for when it goes up in the sky, we sat down by one of the windows to see what it is like being in the sky. I wouldn't know that there would be a man coming in front of the audience of the plane to inform us about the safety of us and the other people on the plane by telling us to fasten our seatbelts and get comfy and relax, and if an emergency is starting to go on, the plane would stop and will stop by an nearby airport and give the person help instead of just letting him or her left to pass.

I did pay attention to the man's advice to everyone on the plane and us. He had left the plane, and shortly after the man had left, the plane started to move a little bit slowly.

We were all going up to the sky and I wasn't afraid of that at all and so weren't my siblings and friends, we were all so brave of anything apart from the soldiers (which is one of our biggest fears of all of our lives, thankfully we wouldn't see them ever again).

We all decided to take a nap until we had finally arrived in Blackpool, and I was the last one to fall asleep.

We nearly had arrived but I did notice we were by Liverpool, which is where Blackpool is nearby. At least I didn't see anybody feel unconscious at all, which is kind of lucky to know that.

We had finally arrived five minutes later. Man, that bump kind of jumped my skin off when we had arrived.

We had all gotten up and we had to wait for everybody else to get out of the plane so that it would be easier for us to get off.

So there we were, Blackpool.

We all had follow Mr. Winton around whilst he was trying to find a taxi for all of us.

He was doing the gesture what most hitchhikers do when they have to go somewhere or where they feel like going to.

And there, a taxi had stopped for us. It was all yellow and black and looked a lot like one of those cars they had back in Deggendorf, I had heard the man ask a question to Mr. Winton saying to him:

'Where are you going?'

'To the nearest children's residential home, please.'

'Okay, I'll take you there, but why?'

'To admit these little rascals there, as they have no family, they came from Germany.'

'Oh dear, what a shame.'

As we all got in, the taxi driver was starting to cry a tiny bit. I felt so bad for him and even for myself.

We had finally arrived at the children's residential home once we were in that taxi for about twelve minutes. Mr. Winton was telling all of us to get out of the taxi and give a grateful thank you to the taxi driver, and he was still in tears because of us. For which you cannot beat sadness if you do know that you cannot see anyone important to you ever again.

I was looking at the building from down below and it looked so damned big that I could go zooming through every room inside of the building. We had all got inside and there was a woman by the door once we had entered inside and she asked immediately:

'Have you got any children to leave here until they get a perfect, fresh new family?'

'Uh, yes, yes I do, Madame.'

And then Mr. Winton introduced all of us to the woman and she announced to Mr. Winton after we got introduced to her. 'Okay, well, we are so welcoming to anyone, so we will find them a room for them all and then they will have some new friends and wait for a new family.'

'Excellent!' there said Mr. Winton and so he was taking three steps to the door entrance, he was looking at us for which it looked like he knew that this would might be the last ever time he would see our faces ever again.

And so he walked, left me, my siblings, and my new friends.

We finally had our own rooms to ourselves after all of those dreadful minutes (or even hours, I don't know) of waiting. There was so many children inside of the home we were in.

We were quite so close from one bedroom to another, we will all next door to each other and I felt kind of happy for that and I didn't feel that much alone anymore.

The two weeks inside of the home had all passed away so quickly. I had been feeling so funny for all of a sudden, my breathing was different compared to back from when I had entered the residential home. I feel like it might be pneumonia, I can tell it if it might be becuase I once had a friend who had a family member with pneumonia, I remember so very emotional when he had told me that and I couldn't forget about how so sad I felt. I wonder how I from the past would feel knowing I would get it from this moment I am writing on this, he would feel so sadder and would possibly panic and go mad than all of current time so bad that he would nearly end up in a asylum or something like that.

My body felt like it couldn't take it anymore so I, somehow decided to go under the bed and lay down like a person who is deceased. I started to slowly breath and then I was making a sort of rattling sound, then the moments were flashing on before me. Forthere, I had seen me going off to nursery and crying, thinking I wouldn't see my parents ever again. Then there was when I and my family were in our reclusive moment of life where people rarely saw us and to stay away from death as possible from the horrible soldiers.

And then that all came to an end, the end was where I came to the home where I slowly depart from the world, nobody notices for the past few days, none of my friends or the carers checked in on me or anything like that, and off to a nice, permanent sleep I end up in. Forever in the Peace of Me. I am already starting to miss everybody, and I could take a guess that everybody would miss me too.

Yours sincerely,

Auruba Abebe.