Dear Diary #7

Dear Diary,

                I am still on the run from the Nazi's. I think I have actually ended up in Germany, I have taken rides on over 15 different cars for hours and hours long of a ride each. I am continuing my running. Not because I am a coward. I am trying to get to the docks that lead to Great Britain. So I can fight at the English Channel. Every time I look over I either see a long, tall, shiny, barbed wire fence. Or I hear an ear piercing, horrific, mind shivering screech. I though a few miles or so I passed Auschwitz and I hear a HORRIFIC SCREAM that passed beyond loud by a thousand notches. C'était hrrible et effrayant à entendre. To only know what that evil, idiot of a man Josef Mengele is doing to those innocent people. How long would it take for him to scream if it was the other way around. How long before he screamed if a Jew was testing this terribles expériences illicites, préjudiciables on you Josef. All that that man is, is a imbécile, a jerk. Why does he do this? What is the reason. People are calling him 

L'Ange de la Mort, The Angel of Death. He should not be named anything involving

angels. Leave, leave Josef. Leave. Vive la Résistance. Vive la France.

                              Cordialement,

Forever and Always

-Hélène deLattre