This has been a horrible day for me.The Germans launched their first attack today, unfortunately on the street that has become my current home. They started taking casualties, so their commander, I think his name was Stroop ordered a retreat. After they had fallen back though, Stroop ordered that all the buildings in the Ghetto were to be burned down. My building was one of the first to go up in flame. As I ran into the street coughing uncontrollably, I heard some shouts and through the smoke glimpsed a soldier pointing at me and yelling. I darted around a building that wasn’t yet burning, but heard footsteps coming in my direction. I started to run around a turn, but before I was around the soldier shot me in the leg, and left me for dead. I jumped into a basement widow and dragged myself into a closet where I am now writing this entry. Previously I had been thinking of joining the Z.O.B. but now with my crippled leg I barely have enough strength to be writing in this journal. Even if I miraculously heal, knowing what these Germans can do will keep me from joining the Z.O.B. for fear that I will have to fight the man who shot me.
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