Dystopian Reality

December 24, 1942:

I am writing today about the true horrors that we are experiencing around us. Thousands of people are forced to march through the freezing snow, waist deep, and painfully cold, for hours at a time. People who cannot go on are shot, and in a way I envy them for they are finally free from the horrors of war. I cannot believe that the world has come to this, it feels like the end is near. And when my time comes I think I will go freely, for I do not want to live, I have nothing left to live for. This doesn’t feel like reality; it seems like something out of a book, a dystopian terrifying book. -Elijah Klein