Living In the ropes of Death

A life of Martha in the Holocaust of 1945.


1. Intro

       It was a cold september sunday, On the fifth it was. I heard the door knock and I quickly got to the door, a man was standing there with a big blue cap and a button-up shirt. "Hello there, Miss Williams?" He asked "Yeah thats me. Are you the reporter?" I replied. "Yes thats me, lets get started." He said I grabbed my cane and started for my chair. "Ah it was such a long time ago around 1933 I was only in my twenties." I started. "How old are you now?" He asked me "I'm one hundred and Two almost a hundred and three in April." I answered. "Okay...lets go back to what you where saying." he spoke.

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