So close to the Border

Pavel rank in the frost frozen. The frost spitting and eating bring out(a) at the skin on his reflexion and hands. Too dangerous to move. Undressed, entirely the upper body covered with a think pyjama manage shirt, sleeves too sm in all only reaching that below the elbows. The shirt soaked though with icicles abeyance off the edges. He lay thither motionless with no thought ab come forth how cold it was, just c oncentrating on those guards, standing in that location wrapped in their thick coats take easy. With no moon this dark there is only two faint body ilk structures with two orange circles floating in the air. Not much longer to wait for the change of guards.These eager exclusively nerve racking moments, with the weight-lift to just to run from the camp merely thinking if he could just wait a fewer moments. Freedom was hold for him just over the border. The scent of waffles wafting with the air making his stomach real churn. With the wire cutters in his ha nds, which were buried at least a foot into the s at one time just waiting All it needs is a few snips and theres a whole in the thick biting wire. He lay there watching as the guards threw away their cigarettes. He had precisely 3mins to get out of the camp to a small amount of safety. He knew that he would only be safe once he had crossed the border.Pavel had no idea what date it was, he could only tell that it was probably roughly 700 for the sun had set along time ago. Now was his only chance. He began cutting away at the wire, panicking. Finally the hole is cut. Crouching low so that he doesnt give away his silhouette, he slowly moves across an open plain, which goes on for about 75 yards. Once he reached the brush he gets out his secretly hidden map. It is sewn in on a handkerchief, which his Uncle gave him just before he died. He could not see the map. He knew that the focal point he was heading in was south which was the general burster he was sacking in.He could tell t hat he was going south for the south wall was where the pile who were going to be gassed had to line up before being taken away. He had escaped from the direction of the south wall. Pavel is a seventeen-year-old boy. He was born through a Christian family but adopted by a Judaic family about 14 years before the war broke out. They counted him as Jewish even though he had not been circumcised because he was found in a Jewish synagogue and his records were found of his life and about being adopted. He was straight away sent to the camp in Auschwitz and sentenced to termination after a few years of labour.He escaping for it almost time for him to meet his death and he wants to find the rest of his family. He was caught in the church. His family got away. I am frozen with worship now. I had got the main part done which was getting out of the camp. I posteriort think what to do. I lay still, cluster up on the ground, just staring out into the night. Its a big country, but now make small for there are troops stationed everywhere. The sirens might even go of back at the camp in about 30 minutes. I started walking when a German sentry walked on to a path directly coming my way.I could tell there was no news of an escape otherwise these soldiers would be looking a lot more alert. They rifles were slung up on their shoulders and dangling while they were smoking calmly. I waited for them to move past me. I didnt want to give myself away already. The footsteps died out in a just a matter of seconds. I struggled to get back up and when I did I staggered in the brush along the path in the southern direction. I was walking for about an hour now and had past quite a few machine gun posts. My aim was to get to Hungary, I dont hold out how but I was going to do my best. I heard noises and smoke from the chimney of a hutch.For a moment a thought it was just drunk soldiers. I crossed the path and came close up to an open window. The soldiers were not drunk. I saw them loading rifles and magazines with bullets and from my faint knowledge of German language they were lecture about an escape from Auschwitz. I knew this was I. I waited for the Germans to go. I heard their motorbikes revving up and watched them leave up the airy path. I didnt put one over a clue where I. I went close to the light coming out from the window and I took out my handkerchief. I found the area that I was in. I was astonished by how approximate this map was to me.It had fooled the guards at Auschwitz and now it was going to get me past the border. I realised I sill had almost 100 kilometres to go before I reached the border. It sounded a long way. I saw nobody wrong the hut. I could see German trench coat near the window and I reached across to grab. A voice suddenly in a gentle tone said, Food? I didnt reply. I was paralysed with fear and a turned roughly after a few seconds. Again came the voice of a tender man, Would you like some food? I replied, Youre Polish? His accent seemed a bit funny but I false he was a decent person. Yes, said the man, You have runaway havent you.Youre Jewish arent you? Would you like some food? Ignoring the offer I carried on the conversation. I am. Do you think there is every way I could get to the border quickly? My feet have worn out. I have no stead. Will the Germans be coming back here? They bequeath, but dont worry your safe here. You must be so tired and cold. You can stay in my cellar the Germans think this will be the give-up the ghost place someone would stay. I have booze going to the Germans a the border, you might be qualified to hitch a lift. I didnt yet know if I could trust this man and his ideas for me. Could I have some food and some shoes? I asked.He stood there thinking. I dont have shoes but I do have some food. Here. He lay down some swag and butter. I was happy. thither was about half a loaf. In Auschwitz we only got about 3 slices of clams without butter a day. I had suffe red bad symptoms. I kept on fainting. I finished eating all I could and got up. I was being very cautious of this man. He led me outside the hut and there was a little door entering the ground. I jumped in. His last words ever to me were, You can stay here for the night. The delivery motortruck will beep when he gets here so you will hear it and wake up. I will tell him of the situation. Thank you.Thank you so much. The door unopen and me last glimpse of light faded to nothing. BEEP I heard the sound of the truck and there was light coming through the cracks of the door. I opened the door slightly and peered out through the gap. There was a black truck there. I knew what to do. I climbed out and jumped into the back. There were some empty commitment boxes and full ones. The full ones were at the back of the truck and the empty were towards the front. I jumped into an empty box. I was worried. I didnt know who was movement, what if it was a German in disguise and this whole thi ng was a set up to get me returned back to the camp.The engine started off and the vehicle started moving. I never realised it but there was food in the box. There was some bread and cheese. I thought this was a luxury. The truck had been driving for about half a day. I thought we were lucky because we had not been stopped once. The truck glided quietly into a halt and I heard some voices. I heard the driver explaining that we have wine for the officers on the border. The back of the truck opened up. I could see a German officer through the holes in the box. He stepped into the back and opened up a box. I could tell by his font that he was satisfied.He took two bottles and gave thumbs up to somebody. I heard the back door slam and the truck started off again. The driver gave a tap to the wall between the front and back of the truck. I assumed this was my call to get out. I slipped out of the box into the night. I could see the watchtowers and there were lights moving all over the fields. The place was swarming with Germans. I thought this was going to be the last of me. I knew I wasnt going to make it. I heard the truck go off and I started to make my way out of the area because it could be the centre of attention to the Germans.I was trundling my way through deep snow when I spotted a German post. I avoided it and found my self in the middle of a spotlight. My instincts were just to run. I heard bullet fire. I then got shot in the back. I was just at the barbed wire and I started hacking away at it with my wire cutters. At this moment Pavel was shot in the back of his neck. He carried on cutting through. Eventually a hole was made. Shots were landing all around him from MP40 fire. He jumped through the barbed wire and his ragged trench coat got stuck on the wire.He essay to set himself free and got shot in the back. There was just a little whole in his back but the round exploded in his stomach as it came out. HE carried on attempt to set himself free whe n six German soldiers approached with their rifles locked into their soldiers. Each of them aimed at Pavel and fired. Pavel lay there strewn along the barbed wire. He did not know this but he died two days before his eighteenth birthday and his family had all died in concentration camps. This is not based on a true story but this would have happened a lot in the world war two in Poland.