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Cattle Car, Poland
DECEMBER 18, 1942
Szymon crouched in the dark train car and was proud of his efforts to be small and quiet. He kept silent the entire walk to the station. The bad man deposited him with the other children near a train. Szymon didn’t wait long before other bad men packed him and the other children so tightly into the train car that Szymon couldn’t lift his arms up. The wind howled outside as the temperature dropped down to frigid.
Night came on stealthy feet. He heard some girls crying behind him, but the car was dark enough that he couldn’t see anyone’s faces. His stomach grumbled as his mama only gave him a piece of bread and a small bit of cheese for breakfast.
He shifted to his left. The other children’s bodies helped him stay warm and made his eyes want to clo
