Prolog

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August 11th 1939

Its been six years now.

Im not allowed to talk about him. Hes scary and to busy to notice us. Thats what they say. They are my very pessimistic Grandmother Minerva, my lonely Father Phil and my always great mooded Brother Max.

Its not the greatest thing on earth, to live in times like that and also being half blind to be honest but what should I do?

I mean apart from the fact, that I nearly see nothing from this horrible world, Im a simple girl with simple living conditions. I couldnt change anything even if I want to. But hey, Im safe here! Nobody could hurt me.

It wasnt that easy being half blinded at all. I was bullied a few Years ago, just because Ill never see whats going on. Actually, Im easily vulnerable.

Well, Here is my Story. My experiences with Hitler. All the things he did to me and my Family and to million other people.

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