The narrow streets of the ghetto, not so unlike her new home. Only here, they didn’t feel so confining. In the heat of the noonday, stone walls kept her cool. She stepped out with her groceries in hand.
Only for a moment, she let her mind drift into the past, and the ghetto prison. Mentally, she heard the cries of the dying, the prayers of the living for death. Then, she crossed through the breach of light created by a break in the wall, and heard the laughter of children at play, and songs of thanksgiving. Ghetto no more, home.
Author’s note: During WW2, many unsuspecting people were lured into the ghettos and death camps by promises of a new life rich with work, education, etc. Many ended up in camps as a result of not being able to immigrate to other nations not yet controlled by the Nazi party. It leaves history to ask how many lives might have been saved?