The Accounts of a Young German Girl (June 1935- August 1935) Essay

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The Accounts of a young German Girl (June 1935- August 1935)
My name is Eleanor Wagner, I grew up in Hamburg, Germany. I recall being friends with all the neighborhood children. I was about nine or ten years of age as were most of my friends. There was one girl in particular who I considered to be a very dear friend to me. Her name was Helena Koch. Her family was very tight knit and consisted of her mother, father, and two younger siblings, a brother and sister. Our parents were friends as well and worked closely in a business not far from home. As innocent children we saw no differences in one another, and soon that would all change. I was of German decent and Helena was a German-Jew. An order came into effect that month of June 1935,
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I asked her how they were and the smile that once lit a room was now solemn and sad. They had no joy like the days we rode our bikes down our block. She said they were residing with five other families in a small apartment. Most of their belongings were confiscated, along with any currency and valuables. They had a curfew and soldiers would come by once or twice a week and take people away. They didn’t know where either; rumors were to work for cheap labor in factories and others said to be sent somewhere more horrific and unknown. I couldn’t believe my ears, and to know my young friend was going through this on a daily basis saddened me. I told her we would always be friends and I would come back when I could to visit her again. We hugged through the fence and she left with her brother back to their apartment before the curfew hour. That would be the last day that I saw Helena.
In early August of 1935, I went to try and visit Helena but she was gone, her family was gone. I asked a little boy walking by if he knew of her and her family and he said yes but they were taken away by train a few days before. I was horrified of the thought where they could have gone. I ran home to my mother tears in my eyes and told her what had happened. She too began to cry.
I was just a child, there was nothing I could do to help Helena or her family. Not even my parents knew of anything to get them back. Not a day went by that I didn’t think of my best friend, hoping she was

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