Fatelessness
From Gyurka to his father:
Dear father:
It has been a week since I reached the concentration camp. I think that it is called Auschwitz or something like that. I miss you dad, I miss you very much. I miss mom, I miss my home, I miss my city, I miss everything, I want to go back!
They don't give me enough food, I am very hungry and thirsty, I don't know if I will survive...
I lost some friends, I don't know what happened to the smoker or to the boy with glasses. Luckily, I met one guy that is also from Budapest. Without him, I wouldn't be writting to you write know. I don't know to do. I feel weak, I have not strength. I am cold, I want the food of home! I hope you are having a better time than me, well, probably nobody can have a worse time that the one I am having right know.
Yesterday I almost falled to the floor with one of these sacks that we have to move. The german boss treated me very bad. Father, why do they hate us?
The think with I dream is to walk down the streets of Budapest again, with my new friend, but I don't know if I will hold. Everybody here is very bad. My friend is trying to help me, but I think that is impossible. Probably I will die here, probably I will never see you again, or mom. But I think it would be better, I don't want to continue suffering, I want this to finish, and many times I think dead is the better option.
Well, I love you dad, and I hope you will go back to home,
This can be a goodbye
With love,
Gyurka
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