Falling to The Ground

          My name is Alex Goldstein. I am twenty-six years old and I was taken to the Treblinka killing center. They barely gave us any food and many people were whipped and beaten, including me. On a cloudy and dark morning we had to wake up and work. People that wouldn’t get up either got beaten if they were lucky, or got shot. When I woke up I was forced to go directly to work. As I was going to work I tripped over a rock on the ground and scratched my foot, it didn’t hurt a lot. As I was getting up one of the guards saw me lying down and thought that I was on the ground because I was tired. He came up to me, took out is whip and started to beat me with it. “Put your hands over your head and keep your feet straight.” I did exactly what he said, and then he started whipping me in the stomach. Every five whips was like getting shot in the stomach, but when he was on his twelfth whip it stopped hurting because I couldn’t feel it anymore. He stopped at thirty and then walked away with a pissed off look on his face. I had a hard time getting up because I was very light headed. My stomach was bright red and had sixteen scars just because I tripped.