The diary of a Holocaust survivor:
I remember the day they took me in to the camps.
They shot me at the back of my head, yet I survive long enough to be met by my captor.
My name is Misha Razminovich Coalstein, and this is my story.
I was born on the Island of Zion, somewhere close to USSR, between a region named Crime and Holomodor.
Life was uneasy, for even before I was born, I knew I would be killed. Call it pre-birth intuition, which is like tuition because I love money.
That’s all we knew, as a ‘poor’ Jewish family born in those parts. We lived in a small Zionist village named Israel-Palestine. It happened before the war, before both wars, before all three of them happened and before I knew it, I was born.The world was mightily cruel, as everyone wanted to kill me. That was what my parents told me; even before by Rabbi chewed off my *******s, I knew this peaceful existence of mine was not meant to last. I was born on a Monday afternoon, in a secluded place, a little far away from the farm I grew up in, near the mines, where we put the dark skinned Jews to work, while we fair-skinned folk watched over, as that was life back then. There were simpler times than there were today. When you could grab a child, undress him and have your way-way with him, with the Rabbi looking in a different direction. Turning a blind eye to the whole doing, while you had your fun; and there were a lot of men having their fun on that Island.It’s why they wanted to kill us to begin with.It was the rite of passage and we all went through it. I was marked by it, I wear my ******** to this day, in a vial. Eight men had to tackle down the Rabbi so he would spit it out, but not because he was strong, but because us Jews are weak and I always suspected the Rabbi not to be a Jew but an ethnic Russian man-priest who hated us, who wanted to convert us yet who also chewed off our *******s for some reason. I often found myself staring at him, and him at me. Did he notice I observed him? Could he know of what they did to me after? I did not know back then.They stitched my *******s back together the wrong way. It was done by a German Jew I did not know the name off. He later goes on to perform an abortion on a man; turning him a woman. They put little tubes in his mouth and on the other side, just like OB’s, they put period in them, just like OB’s, then, they pull them out, they put it as stuffing, as to make his breasts. They chew off his *******s, which I have no doubt that it has been observed here, on this very Island I was born in by someone I deem to be an ethnic Russian Jew, of a Christian background, which brings us to this very day, where I was finally brought to the day of Judgment.I was a young boy of fifteen, I think I was born in Nineteen fifty, Nineteen eighty ten, give or take. I’m not as smart as the others Jews, that much is clear. I was always last during the classes, when we studied The Tallmud, the mathematics, the sciences and how to **** over poor people, and drive them into poverty. We did not learn proper math, like they did with the rich Jews who had their special classes, instead, we were only tasked with making it seem like we did the proper numbers just so they feel like we actually did them right, but we always ended up being owed more than we gave and lend. To show this example, take a single day in the courtyard. Outside our class; we’re not supposed to talk about what we does, but there’s no one else around here, there’s no one else to stop me. I am old, I am exhausted, I amalmost dead and I’m afraid that my poor heart isn’t going to take it anymore, after being shot and shocked so many times I feel as if a stroke is, dearly me approaching.
