"How did it happen that you came here?"
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"Because you are." Her voice is so naive, so young.
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"Our friends were going to hide me on a farm, but I had your letter and I told them I wanted to go work with my sister. You are all I have, Rena."
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"Danka, you shouldn't have come. We should have stayed in Slovakia and hidden. This is bad . . . real bad."
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"March! Get in line!" The block elders push us into line so they can march the new prisoners into Block Five.
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"Follow me." I push her past the others, marching over to Elza. "My sister has just arrived and she is so hungry and tired." I beg. "She has had no food since Bratislava. Please, Elza, let her be in our block! I am afraid for her."
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"Okay, your sister can share your bunk." We are lucky, Elza has a heart today. "You can help me with dealing out the bread and take an extra portion for your sister."
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I do not ask what will happen to the girl who was sleeping next to me; I know already that one does not ask. This is a selfish act, perhaps, but I have a sister who I have to keep alive and she is all that matters.
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I know this is going to be a tough assignment for Danka. I can see in her face a look of bewilderment and shock. I will have to try to be by her side every moment. As if I have the power to shield her from the SS. But I actually believe I can; I have to believe I can.
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We are in Block Ten for the night. Staring at our surroundings with a frozen face, she asks me where we are. The man I have been corresponding with calls my name from the windows, tossing over a bit of bread and another note. I go downstairs and retrieve it with more expertise and less hesitation this time.
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"Here, Danka, a little extra bread from a fellow Pole." I am grateful for the extra food. She does not notice the note, which I read and tear up quickly. They are being shot in the Block Eleven, next to you. Tear this up immediately .
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