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stood tightly packed and whenever
I thought they couldn’t fit any more people they pushed us yet again and made
room for more. I was lucky I was close to the barred window, so I could breathe
but I saw several fighting to catch their breath in the middle of the wagon.
    The young mother and her child ended up close to me.
The young girl was gasping for air after a little while. I smiled at her to try
and comfort her. Our eyes locked for a second. She smiled back, her face torn
in restraint.
    All my wounds were already healing and I began to feel
stronger and stronger as I realized the train was driving in the wrong
direction. It wasn’t going south as they had told me. It was going east. I felt
a slight panic rise in me. Where was it going? Where were they sending me? I
looked at the faces of the other travelers and realized they were as confused
as I was.
    “This is not the way to Bucharest,” the young mother
with the girl said looking desperately out the window at the mountains. “Where
are we going?”
    “Probably Transnistria,” a voice behind me said.
    I turned and looked into the face of an elderly man.
He was pale, his eyes filled with despair.
    “I heard they have camps there,” he continued.
    I stared at the elderly man. “Camps? What do you mean?
What kind of camps?”
    He didn’t answer. He just stared at me with anxious
eyes. “I heard they send people there,” he said. “They separate children from
their parents and kill them in gas chambers along with elderly people. The rest
they force to labor till they die from starvation or exhaustion.”
    The young mother next to me shrieked. Her daughter
looked up at her. “What’s wrong Mommy?”
    The mother shook her head. “Nothing darling. Nothing
my dear.”
    “I can’t breathe,” the daughter said.
    I looked down at her. She was too pale. Her lips were
almost purple from lack of air. I reached in between people and grabbed her.
Then I pulled her out of the crowd. I held her in my arms while she breathed in
the fresh air from the barred window.
    “Thank you,” her mother whispered.
    I smiled back. The girl put her arm around my neck.
Then she put her head on my chest and held me tight. It felt nice.
     
    We drove for many hours before the train finally stopped. People were
screaming anxiously, some fainting from the lack of air, some screamed in panic
while others just prayed quietly and cried.
    I held the little girl tight in my arms as the train
came to a stop at a station. Outside I spotted heavily armed soldiers waiting
for us. I wondered where they were going to take us. A work camp? I looked at
the sky above me. It was still about half an hour till sundown. What would
happen to me when they found out what I was?
    The door was pulled aside and people started jumping
out of the train. Many were crying and sobbing, fear eating them up from the
inside. The armed soldiers were pushing them with their guns and yelling at
them telling them to line up. When we were on a line an officer walked down
along it telling people were to go. Some were told to go left, others to the
right. Some were separated from their families, crying, sulking, screaming, but
received no mercy from the soldiers, some were even beaten for crying too hard.
I felt the little girl’s hand in mine as the officer neared us. Her mother was
standing on the other side of her holding her other hand. The officer looked at
her. He told her to open her mouth then studied her teeth, then touched her
arms and legs before he told the mother to go right.
    “I want my daughter with me,” the woman said.
    The officer turned and looked at her. Then he smiled
before he hit the mother with the handle of the gun. The little girl screamed.
    “Go right!” the officer screamed at the mother.
    My heart started racing with anger. As he grabbed the
young girl by the hair and looked at her I felt fury rushing through my veins.
It was a feeling so forceful it almost overwhelmed me. It was like my