Journal #6

Journal #6-from chapter 6 Behind the barely-closed eyelids, dreams break out violently, the usual dreams. To be at home, in a wonderfully hot bath. To be at home, seated at a table. To be at home, and tell the story of this hopeless work ours, of this never-ending hunger, of the slave's way of sleeping.

Home is where everyone feels safe and is a place filled with love. When you think of home you think of your family having a nice warm dinner while sharing laughter and talking about your day. However, once you enter the concentration camp the world changes. No longer is there the word "family" or "home" in the concentration camp. Families are separated and soon loved ones are gone in this world. Throughout hardships you have people who guide you and make you feel safe, but now you have no one. You are left alone and most survive by yourself. Everyday is exhausting and you are hungry, but once you enter the dream world, you are at home. The place you wanted to be forever. You all wish that you are in a horrible dream in the concentration camp and one day you would wake up and wonder how odd your dream is. As you imagine that you are back home you tell your story about the labor, hunger, and tiredness you went through. Only your family would understand you. You only wish, but in reality you are living in this hell....you only wish that you are at home. However, now you know that you are only at home when you are dreaming....dreaming is as if you are in heaven. Home is heaven to you....

From this journal I am able to see and act as if I am a real Jew in this situation. This is exactly how I would have felt and say how others who are in the same situation as me would have felt. I also am trying to make other people see and feel the same way I felt after reading this quote.