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FC: Ellen's Personal Journal Number the Stars Ian #17 Mrs. Burnett's Class

1: Number the Stars Ian #17 Book by Louis Lowry

2: August 21, 1943 Dear Journal, My name is Ellen Rosen, and my life has been upside down for the past few months. soldiers have been crowding the streets, and I had a run in with a group of them a few days back. The Giraffe was one of them, (a soldier with an very long neck), and we have avoided their corner ever since. It really isn’t fair, having to have the soldiers in the wonderful town of Copenhagen all the time. My friend Annemarie and I are in fear of going to concentration camps, although Annemarie has nothing to fear. I guess that the Nazis hate Jews like me, so I better keep my head down. Bye for now, Journal! Ellen Rosen

3: September 16, 1943 Dear Journal, I'm still really scared, and a recent experience has bothered me more than ever. One day Annemarie and I went to get a new button for Kirsti, Annemarie’s sister, from the button shop owned by Mrs. Hirsch, a Jew of Copenhagen. When we got there, there was only a sign in German on the door, and Mrs. Hirsch was nowhere to be seen. After that unsettling experience, my parents left their apartment and I went to stay with Annemarie and her family. In the middle of the night, though, I was awakened by soldiers with guns, asking for the Rosens. I was so scared, and I suddenly realised that my star of david necklace was in plain sight. Thankfully Annemarie snached it from my neck at the very last second! When the soldiers came in they found us three in bed, and I was trembling from fright! Annemarie’s father saved us though, by showing the soldiers Kirsti’s Annemarie’s and Annemarie’s dead sister Lise’s baby pictures. I thanked the heavens that Lise had dark hair like mine when she was little! After that close shave, I doubt I will ever feel safe again. Ellen Rosen

4: September 16, 1943 Dear Journal, I'm still really scared, and a recent experience has bothered me more than ever. One day Annemarie and I went to get a new button for Kirsti, Annemarie’s sister, from the button shop owned by Mrs. Hirsch, a Jew of Copenhagen. When we got there, there was only a sign in German on the door, and Mrs. Hirsch was nowhere to be seen. After that unsettling experience, my parents left their apartment and I went to stay with Annemarie and her family. In the middle of the night, though, I was awakened by soldiers with guns, asking for the Rosens. I was so scared, and I suddenly realised that my star of david necklace was in plain sight. Thankfully Annemarie snached it from my neck at the very last second! When the soldiers came in they found us three in bed, and I was trembling from fright! Annemarie’s father saved us though, by showing the soldiers Kirsti’s Annemarie’s and Annemarie’s dead sister Lise’s baby pictures. I thanked the heavens that Lise had dark hair like mine when she was little! After that close shave, I doubt I will ever feel safe again. Ellen Rosen

5: November 3, 1943 Dear Journal, I have been traveling a lot lately, and Kirsti almost arrested me. We were traveling from Copenhagen to Annemarie’s uncle Henrik’s house via train, when the train suddenly stopped. I was confused for a second, but then some soldiers walked into the train and started walking through the aisle towards us. I was very frightened, but Kirsti seemed perfectly fine. When the soldiers came to us, they stopped and started asking us questions. When they asked us if it was new year, (the jewish new year is coming up soon) we said no but then Kirsti said “but guess what?” I thought that she was going to tell the soldiers that it was MY new year, therefore getting me sent to wherever they send those poor people. Luckily though, Kirsti said that she was going to wear her new black shoes. Again, I thanked the heavens. Now though, I fear, that there will be nowhere to hide.

6: November 3, 1943 Dear Journal, I have been traveling a lot lately, and Kirsti almost arrested me. We were traveling from Copenhagen to Annemarie’s uncle Henrik’s house via train, when the train suddenly stopped. I was confused for a second, but then some soldiers walked into the train and started walking through the aisle towards us. I was very frightened, but Kirsti seemed perfectly fine. When the soldiers came to us, they stopped and started asking us questions. When they asked us if it was new year, (the jewish new year is coming up soon) we said no but then Kirsti said “but guess what?” I thought that she was going to tell the soldiers that it was MY new year, therefore getting me sent to wherever they send those poor people. Luckily though, Kirsti said that she was going to wear her new black shoes. Again, I thanked the heavens. Now though, I fear, that there will be nowhere to hide.

7: December 5, 1943 Dear Journal, I feel like my adventures will never end! At Uncle Henrik's house, I was reunited with my parents and escaped to Sweden. How that happened was that Annemarie’s Great Aunt Birte died, and my parents came to me, pretending to be one of the mourners. Peter came also, and read out of the Jewish bible, which I thought was risky. Oh! I forgot to tell you, some soldiers came in before we opened the coffin (which was empty, exept for clothes!) and searched us over, and I was so very frightened, but they didn’t find anything out. After that experience, I’m even scared to breathe! Ellen Rosen

8: January 2, 1944 Dear Journal, I am safe! I am in Sweden, narrowly escaping the soldiers. Here is how it happened. We all bundled up in the clothes that were in the coffin and Peter took most of the other people to Uncle Henrik's ship. Only my parents and I remained and after we said our goodbyes we left the house and went to the ship. We waited for a long time and it seemed that each second was ticking by at the rate of a slow snail. At one point we heard footsteps of heavy boots on the deck, and I was so very frightened, but thankfully the soldiers (if that’s what they were) went away without finding us out. Soon after we started away toward Sweden. The journey was fine, exept for the fact that my father was seasick. I am so very thankful to be out of this dreadful war! Ellen Rosen

9: February 7, 2014 Dear Journal, I found this journal in an antiques shop, and because I thought it was interesting I bought it. There are many things I would like to know about Ellen Rosen. The first is that I would like to know how she felt when she was hiding in Uncle Henrik's boat. If it was me I would probably been scared to death! The second is that I would like now more about Lise. How did she die? I think that would be nice to know. Third, what happened after the journal ended? Did Ellen become a doctor? A historian? I would like to know about that. Sadly, there is no way to find out. Ian Lane

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