Run to your cellar and lock the door
You sprint down the stairs and into the cold, musty cellar. You spin
round and lock the door.You can hear the deep voices of the Nazis.
A German accent echoed through the house.
"Take these two to the truck! I will look for the child!"
You sit down in a damp corner, listening carefully to the footsteps
coming down the stairs.Suddenly, the German soldier kicked the door
open and grabs your arm. He drags you upstairs and throws you into the
back of a truck. Through the darkness you can see the sad faces of
other Jews. You feel your penknife in your pocket, you pull it out and
cut a hole in the canvas covering the back of the truck. No one has
noticed. You think about escaping without everyone else, but should
you bring the other with you.
