BC: "Those who kept silent yesterday will remain silent tomorrow." -Elie Wiesel
FC: Night | Elie Wiesel
1: Sarah Kim Period 8/9 | "And so I persevered." - Elie Wiesel
2: HAPPY | PEACE | PRAYER
3: I took everything for granted. All that was given: my caring family, the serenity and the comfort. I even took the man who gave me so much for granted: Moishe Chaim Berkowitz. I was an ignorant child.; I pushed aside the imminent evils so that my blissful world would stay as is. I cannot even commemorate the man who gave me more than I could ever have asked for with a simple picture. Instead, I keep the page in which we poured our souls into deciphering, our time into understanding, during the days when I could say that I was truly happy.
4: "...Look at the fire.! Look at the flames!"
5: Just as my soul was bare, so is this page. Nothing but fear, darkness consumed me to a point where I let a poor woman be beaten for warning us. It was the second time I ignored an outright warning and letting my community shun a person who possessed only heart felt aid. The words that she uttered that day rang throughout my mind to this day and the cloth bound her mouth, that kept the predictions of evil from our ignorant ears are the only remnants of her that I possess.
7: The flames that consumed my brothers and sisters haunt me everyday. The heat, the smell, the taste of the acrid air held more fear than the Gestapo and their whips of agony. My shoes were my only source of peace I held. At least my feet could be safe ; that was the only thing I could control. But then I am only fooling myself. I could have act.ed, when my father was inhumanely beat down, when there was talk of an uprising, but no. I have already lost hope.
8: "Keep your anger, your hate, for another day, for later. The day will come but not now...Wait, clench your teeth and wait." - Wiesel (53)
9: I do not know who was more heartless, I or the Nazis. My poor father suffered and suffered over a tooth that I thought to be worth so much. If I had just given it to the damned, greedy man then I could have stopped the blows, but no, my paradise was enough. My time of peace, even though it may have been brief, it was better than what I could have ever thought of. Then my ego was given a boost when I eluded the greedy dentist that sought out golden teeth. Would I have given up my tooth sooner if my ego had not been boosted? If I still had no hope?
11: The infirmary: they place that saved me and the place that gave me pain. If I had only stayed with my father at the infirmary, if only I had let my father go and stay at the infirmary by myself...I could have been a free man.. I chose to shun the open door, to obey the ones who torture me. Why? I was never given instructions to disobey.I was given instructions to lie, to clean up the pains of my people. After that, all I felt was the coldness of the ice on my wound and the empty silence of the crisp air at night.
13: It was chaos, utter chaos. But in this chaos I could not lose my father, my reason for being. So many times he had slipped from my grasp and I had pulled him back. Maybe it was his time to go, but my fear, my ignorance, clung to him all the much more. I could not let him go; going left was not an option. I had seen to much blood, too much gore to let go. I no longer feared death but only to be alone. Those whom I grew close to were all drifting away. Just like Job's predicament.
14: "'Don't give in!' my father tried to encourage him. 'You must resist! Don't lose faith in yourself!'" (102)
15: They found it amusing to pity us, to watch us scramble for food. They found our emaciated bodies wrestling for a meager portion of bread so fascinating. How cruel the world is to find joy where sorrow is made. Even Meir Katz, the strongest of us all, could not bear the weight of this horror. Without me, would my father have been like this? A sobbing, broken mess? Would I have been like Meir Katz if my father had turned left? If my father had fallen asleep for the last time? The answers remain in the dark.
17: The ravens of death were descending unto my father. They slowly took him; they showed as much sympathy as the SS did. But what could I think of? Not of my father's suffering, but only of the rations I shared with him. The small amounts of food I shared mattered more in my selfish, primitive mind than a dying man who did all he could to care for me.. I will never forget the look he gave me when I gave him his last cup of coffee. The intense emotions just from his eyes was the last vivid moment of him for me. Then he was swallowed by a black cloud and disappeared.
19: Freedom came. It tasted as bittersweet. Everything I loved and cherished, everything I took for granted and enjoyed is now gone. I was even robbed of my soul. All I see in the mirror is an empty shell. An empty shell whose only thought after being freed was to eat. How primitive have I become to forget my mother, my sisters, my father? To not even have a moment of silence for them and think only of my future meal ...is it immoral after all I have been through? I have lost my faith, my life, my family, my God. I have lost all except my body. I now face the world with nothing to lose, nothing to fear because I have already been through the worst.