From the perspective of Valdek from Maus.
pant, pant, I gasp for air as I run for safety.
There! I saw it. The perfect hiding place. I look back to see if the Nazi is still following me.
He's talking to a baker and the baker points in my direction. I grab my wife and leap down into the basement.
Its cold. Its wet. We can hear the rats running around the ground. 3 days we wait.
FInally, I look up. The light pours onto my face, the sweet smells from the bakery fill my nose. Oh, how I've missed this. I leap up and look around. No one.
I tell my wife and we rush across the road and then duck behind a building.
A kind passerby tells us to get in his wagon and he will take us to his house where he has other Jews hiding.
Grateful and desperate for help we agree and climb in.
Here we go, hiding again, waiting in fear for someone to find us.
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