Your loyalty to your friends means even more than protecting yourself, and you stay with them. This closeness helps you stay alive, and you feel less afraid of the future, knowing that you will share it with such good friends.
One day, the guards line up all the prisoners from your barracks.
You're going on a long trip,
they laughingly taunt you.
You'll certainly see a lot of different scenery.
A train of
freight cars is backed up on the siding near the camp, and you are marched
out under heavy guard. The guards off eighty people for each car, force
you in, and slam the doors shut. You hear the locks snap closed, and you
feel trapped.
It seems like an eternity, but it is only three days until you arrive at the Drancy camp near Paris. You are allowed to leave the train, stretch, and clean up. There are even a piece of dry bread and a bowl of watery soup for you to eat. You feel better, knowing that you are still in France and that the trip is not over. The guards were surely teasing you; this wasn't as bad as you had feared.