So far everything looks how I imagined, only instead of black and white it’s full of colors: orange, faded green and yellow. All I can see are vast grassy fields, with patches of deciduous tree. The houses in this area are sparse, spread out and old looking. They are made of brick, wood or concrete.
It’s true that we’re in the country, so this scene could be similar to one else where, not in Poland. We’re now stopping at a gas station for a two- minute washroom break; soon we’ll start a holocaust movie. The bus ride is four hours; I may either try to sleep, or I’ll stare out my window. We aren’t allowed to eat on these nice, new buses, so I’m saving my delicious looking yoghurt for the next real pit stop. I was told that being on this trip makes you not want to eat, that the mind frame we’ll be in will be too gloomy we wont be bothered to eat. This may be my last day of feeling “normal.”
-Netanya Bushewsky
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