Night

Sighet, Transylvania Pre-war

No, this blog post is not dedicated to the nightfall nor is it dedicated to anything that happens from dusk to dawn. This post is about the book Night by Elie Wiesel. It is the memoir of the authors years spent in the middle of World War II. Being sent to various locations and different concentration camps. Being torn apart from family and friends.
So far I've only read the first fifteen pages of the book, but it seems good. He and his family live in Sighet, Transylvania. Eliezer is the only son out of four children. While his sisters stay at home he goes to school and at night goes to the Synagogue to prey. There he meets Moshe The Beatle. They become friends and Moshe teaches him about faith and their religion. One day all the Jewish people who weren't from Sighet, including Moshe, have to leave. The months after this Moshe comes back and brings the first news of the brutality that he had to face when he left. He is taken for a mad man and no one pays attention to him. Little by little the war begins to show in the little town. German officers come, then the ghettos are made and then they are told to gather their closest belongings because they are being moved. Every one becomes concerned of where they might be taken to. As the sun arose in the horizon people went pacing through their houses trying to decide what might have value now, when everything was taken from them. At 1 pm the ghetto went from being crowded to looking like a ghost town. Personal belongings left behind. Valueless to its previous owner now. As the ghetto became dark Elie and his family become worried about when it will be their turn to take the walk of shame. Although they were not sent away to camps like the group of people before them, they had to do the same walk of shame through the city until they got to the smaller ghetto. But they didn't have to walk, they had to run instead so that they would get there in lesser time. They spent about a week in the little ghetto. On the following Saturday they were sent to the Synagogue where they spent twenty-four hours crammed in with no way out. On Sunday they were loaded on cattle wagons, sixty people per wagon, and sent of to their next destination.