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He then tied my dads hands up so he couldn't do anything and took him out of the house into this truck that was big. The few other German soldiers took me, my mom, and my sister to the truck We then again knew what this meant and where we were being taken to. The camps that were there were hell.. First when we were there it smelt like fear and how the americans say it death. When they forced us out of the truck i remember that they made splits. They split up men, women, and children. After this happened it was the last time i saw my father and mother. When they got all of the kids out of the truck they started burning numbers on our arms to be able to track and identify us. It was painful, very painful.