My own master

I am not used to traveling at night time anymore. It seems I am always tired. But as soon  as I am far enough from that town. I will begin traveling at day. Right now its not safe. By the way traveling in a terrain at night that has root, holes, and rocks that you can trip on isn't very safe either.
During a while yesterday Irealized that as long as people weren't able to take a good look at ,me, they would just think I was a normal boy passing by. There must be a lot of boy's just passing by, in that town. I didn't notice them because I was to busy trying to learn.
If only I could get a mirror. Then I could see what was wrong with my eyes. The sailor on board of the ship said something about my eyes. I think he said '' Mama Mia! '' Thats what he said alright about my eyes. And the man who was selling loaves. Said something about them to including one of his customer.
I am tired i should find a place to sleep.

I woke up a few minutes ago i woke up. I is still daylight, and i found myself looking straight out at sea! I already looked at my compass. Perhaps it it broken? But the needle moves as it should so it could not be. I am thinking perhaps I lost my way in the dark and i wondered round in a circle till I as back again in the neighborhood of the town. But perhaps the coastline curved right around and i had crossed a strip of land, with the sea on both sides of it.
Yes, that is it!
I just went towards the shore, so I could see alone the coast. I have found i had been right. The point of land and sea and the sky faded into one another, and it was blurred into the same shade of blue, now it lays in the opposite direction. But what now?
I have to go northwards thats what the man told me. But aren't I my own master. In the camp you had to listen to what the man or the others told you or else you had to face some horrible conscicwences. Now i am free. I learned to be my own master. I have to conserve my freedom. So why listen to what the man says. I am David I am my own master. And now there are no reasons why I should obey him. Or is there? The bundle lain under the tree, and I had gone south to Salonica, and had been a ship sailing for Italy. I had not yet discovered a trap, the man had set for me. But perhaps there was one in that country called Denmark. It was very puzzling. So far I don't got any answers.
But I've no need to worry about that now. If the bit of Italy I've been in so far juts out into the sea, as I think it does, then I better go more to the east. For that direction the land deems to follow. I will go and crews it now and I've better keep an eyes out for some oranges. Because I have no food left.

I am just stopping for breakfast now. I have found, a lot of oranges and i noticed that they grow on trees. I picked up two oranges because I will have on for breakfast, and one in reserve. For breakfast I had a piece of bread some fresh and clear water. Not muddy and tasteless like the one in the camp. But fresh and clear. To finish it of I had an orange. I better go now.

It's not safe anymore

I was really testing the man who sold the loafs. After he gave me a loaf of bread i would hide around thee corner and listen to him talk. Before every thing was fine he didn't talk about me or ask me anything he would just give me a loaf of bread and i would go around the corner, and listen.

Yesterday as i went around the corner. I heard him say i was strange, and that I had no expression. That i would look at the loaf and go. An other lady came and talked about me to. I decided this town was not safe for me anymore. I was sad for a bit I got used to my Rock, I was even quite attached to it. I even had a spacial place for my clothing, my treasures and everything.
I forgot, to tell you about the church. It was so beautiful. Each day as i went back to my rock I would stare and wonder. What religion I was in.
Johannes, had looked at me one day and said that i was not Jewish. He said that he was sure.

But i had to go it was not safe anymore.

A place to stay

I found shelter, It is kind of a big rock with two walls and a bit of a roof but i had to jump across a ledge. I had found kind of a big piece of wood that would work as a plank to get over it.
I had also found a town were every one is happy and this men who sells loafs gives one to me every day.
No body pays attention to me and I am practicing my writing. I am also reading every thing I can. Words are coming to be more easily every day.
But every day i am a bit more suspicious every day of him it seems as tough he is on to me he's the only one that has been taking to me.

What i know of

On the way... were ever I am going I saw some trees with weird orange things on theme I was starving. I picked one. I was wasn't sure if I could eat it. So with all my might I split it in two. Maybe it was poisonous. I was to starving to care and I licked it and waited to see if I felt sick afterward. I didn't so I tried the insides of it. I will not every thing down here
Taste: It has a quite bitter-sweet taste.
The peel: Tastes awful I spit it out.
smell: sweet.
I decided it was not poisonous. I ate a few.
Right now i am wandering. How come i didn't now these things. I am running trough every thing i now of right now.
Languages I know: First of course I know what they speak at the camp. Then i know French... thats what Johannes spoke. I know German, Italian, English. I know some, Spanish and a bit of Hebrew.
Knowing all these languages helped me. When I was speaking with that Italian on the ship, got me here.

I also know different methods and traps they set ( the concentration camp ). The sudden crafty friendliness, that meat they were hiding something, there pointless brutality. I am familiar with treachery, and i know what death looks like.
At the camp. Attempting at escaping were never successful, but that was not there fault. It was because there chances were to slender. Thats what I will do. I will make a plan of action, weighing what i know against what i did not, and carry it out with out allowing myself to be depressed, by my doubts or misled by hope.

However there are a lot of things I know nothing about. I know there are maps but I don't know how to read theme, I have never seen one. I don't know the any countries. There was food I didn't even know if that Orange thing, was good or bad.
Worst of all there are people. If I wanted to preserve my freedom I have to stay clear of theme but if I wanted to learn of theme I would have to come up close.
 I have to continue walking now and find shelter.

Scrubbing away all my troubles

I knew what I was going to do now.

It didn't take long before I had found a lake. I took all my dirty close off took my piece of soap and started scrubbing my self and my close.

Now I am clean as I could be. I had washed the sent of the camp, the dirt of the camp and the smell. I fell really clean now. I will wash myself each time I find a lake or some water. Now i just need to walk south using my compass.

what do you do with the drunken boy

I woke up a while ago. First thing I saw was the water-line...
Sorry  there wasn't enough light. I had to use the last of my treasures. My box of matches.
Then I saw a ship clearly bound for Italy. As soon as the truck had stopped I got off, and ran towards the ship.

Here I am in some kind of room. There are a bunch of bags in this room. Which is good if I need to hide. I really need water. I have gone 3 or 2 days with out it. I know what happens when you do not have enough water. I have seen men in the camp die.
All I can find is this strange red water. I am not sure if I should drink this. Then again I would die if I don't.

I decided I will drink it for my sake. There are many bottles so I don't think anybody will notice if I drink a few.

 Oh my dear god. Next thing I knew I was talking with a sailor that spoke quite weirdly. He seemed startled with me drinking the weird tasting water. He also explained to me a plane which I could get off, the ship. The only thing I was worried about, was that the plan included me going off into the ocean and swimming to shore. Then he explained to me what a life belt was.

Here I am safe. I started crying as I saw the many wonderful colors. All I really saw before were trees. But now I see so many different colors. Before all I knew was gray, and black.
I think now I have seen my will to live. I see something to live for. I see a hope in those many colors.

Off to Salonica

I don't know exactly why i got in. Its as my feet mechanically just started to walk on their own. I have to try to get a hiding place in here there are plenty of boxes i might as well hide in one of those boxes in the back.

Cheese!!!!! There is cheese in these boxes. I know i am stealing but its for my own survival.

I am full now. I haven't got a chance to explain why I am writing this journal. Well I just escaped from a concentration camp. I am scared and is someone or they finally kill me then, they will know what i have been trough how i thought and fell about the hole thing this might even become a documentary.
And if who ever reads this doesn't know who I am.
I am David. I am 12 years old and I escaped from a concentration camp. I am off to find a better life.

The most amazing thing happened to me yesterday. I fell asleep and I got woken up by the hummer of the engine as if it were starting again. But it was still night I now knew what it had felt like be locked up in one of the cells, Johannes had once talked about. It was like inky blackness with out being able to move, with out being able to die.
In these past few days I wanted to die I didn't mind my legs and feet bleeding. Cause I felt and still feel like i don't care if i die i lost my will to live. What if Denmark isn't better I never trusted the man. We never talked we just looked at each other and walk away. Why should i trust him he's like the others. He doesn't care about us.

I had to shake away that thought. When I did I thought about Johannes. I whispered '' Johannes... Johannes'' Ever since Johannes died of what they so call a heart attack. I had to be a rock I was not supposed to talk about Johannes, was not supposed to think about Johannes, I was a rock.
I thought about how Johannes was there for me ever since I could remember. He had thought me every thing he knew. What it was like not to live in here. What the food was like, everything. He was my best friend..
I was thinking about the horror when i saw him laying there...dead.
After a while memories flashing back into my head I had hear a voice. Somewhere far away and it said that it was going to come with me to Salonica. I already knew who it was. It was Johannes. His spirit came to make sure I travel well. I had said thank you.
I am really tires I will go to sleep now.