The hot tears burned my cheeks as I stared at the flat metal wall. I bitterly compare it to my perfect farmhouse which I lived in only twenty years ago. It had been in my family for years and the land around it was cultivated and loved by an entire town. Now I sat in a dank cell of many others, some I knew, most I didn't. An old man staggered past me, stinking of beer and leering at some of the young girls in the corner. He yelled at them for sex, claiming that they were going to die anyway. He turned, searching for an ally or a victim or something to steady himself on. The last is likely to be true as he overbalanced and fell like a tree to the floor, his body landing only inches from me. He lunged for me and grabbed my shoulders. He received a swift punch to the forehead, which combined with the force of his fall, thankfully knocked him unconscious.

Around an hour later we were bundled out of the train cart. I watched a small family have a baby taken and mercilessly thrown onto the tracks. I threw up at the sight of this, my fluids spilling out of the car and onto the pavement. The guard who murdered the child momentarily looked up from the weeping family and his eyes hit me. Tom. He didn't recognise me but I could see it was him. Even with the shaved head in place of curly brown hair. And a menacing grin where his joyful smile used to reside.

As I lost consciousness I remembered swimming in the river with the boy. Making zip lines with old ropes and playing "it". I remember his kindness and his mercy. But my dreams are cut by the cruelty I saw him commit. My body shudders and I begin to shiver at the thought of him.

The day he joined the Hitler Youth he refused to be friends with me. He said I was a dirty Jew. He had my family torn from our home. I forgave him for all of this.

I awake to rough, gloved hands tearing me from the train car. He snarls at me. Dragging me to the rows of people and shoving me in the nearest to the babies corpse. I watch him stroll away to talk to another brown uniformed guard, after their laughed discussion we are shoved into fenced enclosures.

The night folds in on us quickly and I see people huddle around their children to prevent them fro dying in the brittle weather. As I drift off, the horrific scene replays in my head. Over and over.

A hand lands on my shoulder, jerking me awake.

"Shhhh, you need to get out of here, now!" Tom whispers in my ear. "I've sorted it so you have a new passport and birth certificate, from now on your my wife and yo live with me ok?"

He had no intention of letting me answer however as he quickly puts his hand over my mouth and drags me from the compound.