Jennifer

Testimonial Poem:

The train's already here and both boys have already got on it.

I hoped last minute that the train wouldn't come, even though I knew it 

would.

But what could be done?

It was a horrible sight that will stay with me forever.

Crowds were pressed around the barracks to get a last look.

Men leaning out of windows, pressed one against each other to catch a 

glimpse of their dearest ones.

Guarded by police guards so no one would escape. 

Men from windows waved and said good-bye to their relatives with looks.


Sounds of crying came from all around.

I pressed through the crowd, crawled under the rope that separated the 

crowd from the barracks.

I had enough time to hold his hand through the bars before they drove me

 away.

Now both boys are gone and the only thing left of them here is there beds.

- Petr Ginz and Eva Ginova