Torched

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Status: Finished  |  Genre: Action and Adventure  |  House: Booksie Classic
This is about a young Jewish boy who finds out that his life changed drastically after the Holocaust...

Submitted: May 01, 2012

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I didn’t really want to go into the ovens; actually I really didn’t want to go into the ovens.  My Dad told me “To b?dzie w porz?dku syn,” which is Polish for “it will be alright son”.  I didn’t believe him for a second.  I heard the screams and cries from inside those ovens before, and I knew it wasn’t going to be ok.  My friend Liz went into the ovens and I never heard from here again.  I knew that ovens were death traps for us pigs, but that didn’t stop me from walking in. 

You see, in 1942, us Jews didn’t have much of a choice.  We were outcasts of the state.   We were more or less property of the state to be honest.  We did everything that they ordered us to do.  Auschwitz was where I spent 3 years of my life.  I was 4 when I went there and 7 when we were freed.  A little over 10 years later is when I found my “capabilities” though.  That’s now…

As I walked in the oven, I can remember the smell of burned flesh crawling up my nose.  The stench of urine and hair drowned my lungs.  “Clamp,” the door locked.  I felt the tears start to form in my eyes as I clenched my father’s naked thigh as tight as I could.  You could hear the incinerators fire up.  At this point, we all knew we were going to be burned alive.  Some women were hiding their children under their arms while other men were pounding on the door.  All I remember of the Burning was my father yelling “help us god” in polish.  I watched my father burn alive in front of me.  It was the worst experience of my life.  I watched all of them burn alive in front of me. You may be wondering why not me though, actually, that’s a hell of a question.

I was 7.  After the burning stopped, I could feel the fire on my skin.It injected its hot poison into my body.  It felt amazing.  I will never forget the feeling of the flames penetrating my body and entering my blood stream.A venomous tingle that made my nose itch. Orgasmic. My mind was filled with questions and pleasure.  The flames on my skin and face made the pain of my father go away and bring my life I front of me. 

When the doors opened I saw 2 officers step in the room in shock.  I could feel my terror and anger boil in my heart.  I opened my fist and pointed my palm in their direction.  Flames shot out in their direction and scorched their swastikas all over the floor.  It felt so good to get the fire out of my body.  I could feel my feet getting light.  I wanted to jump but instead I bounded into the air.  I was flying.  Sketchily hover over Auschwitz felt like heaven.  The black smoke mad my life feel better. “ Ist, dass Feuer?” , Yelled a German officer.  “Is that fire?”, he said. That’s the last thing I remember from that day before my body shot straight up into the sky.


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