We were marching.

A long parade of people. Young and old, all marching down the main street. One big parade, we were all wearing identical uniforms.

Other people stood in the streets watching us. Many were crying, but some were just staring. It had been a long time since the citizens had seen a parade of such magnitude.

Admittedly, it was not the kind of parade they were used to. There were no bands playing or flags flying. Of course, the leader of the parade was shouting back at the rest of the parade.

Suddenly, some one broke free of our parade. The citizens watching gasped in shock. This was most irregular. One of the parade leader’s assistants ran towards him. He was tackled and pushed back into the line.

Then we were out of the town. We were headed to the end of the parade. Some people began to moan in terror. We were headed to the end of the road. A looming barb wire fence stared down at us.

The gate to the fenced in area was opened and our new life in a concentration camp began.