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I lived in the village of Polana.

I studied in the village’s Czech schools.

They appeared in my village on that cursed day.

They deported my family to Auschwitz-Birkenau.

They forced my father, my brother, my two uncles, and me to labor.

They send my other family members to the gas chambers.

They forced us to build tunnels on the side of mountains.

They caused me to doubt my God.

To lose my desire to live.

To curse the day of my birth.

But they could not kill me.

For in May 1945, U.S. troops liberated me.

For I am Martin Weiss and I survived.

But I never forgot them.

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