hector tholding was 15 years old and had just moved in too his new house in a completely new country Poland. he came from america too Poland because his dad who was an architect was restoring an old ruin of one of the biggest death camps in poland from the war call besh and baulm camp. he learned in his new school that allot of people died there mostly Jews hectors great grandfather was a polish Jew named sevul  who came too america and escaped Nazi occupation but he was never the same he heard from his grand father that he was never the same because his twin brother vaslav was never found even when the camp was free no trace of him whatsoever so this is why hector liked the town of besh and baulm because he always wanted too find out what happened too his distant ancestor. as hector was settling in too his new home he found an old book craved neatly under a crack in his floor board the front cover was made of a smooth linen fabric but the back was made of rough stone coloured metal he imeddiantly got up too his laptop placed on his desk at the very left end of his room he translated the words on the book from polish the words on the front said sun shines on places of pitty and the words on the back of the book were translated as but the birds dont sing in besh and baulm. imediantly  confused and scared by this he decided he wanted too visit besh and baulm he asked his fater too take him in there land rover. hector watched as he saw the tracks the big car makes in the northern snow the car stopped outside  an enormousness dull grey and white building. his father replied there it is son big isnt it straight away hector felt a chill go through his spine he thought was it the chilly northern snow or did he feel a sense of depression and guilt. the rickety gates slowly moved with a squeaking  sound he trudged through  the snow holding the book in his bagpack he then felt a surge of energy and adrenalin go through his veins he wasnt in the snow any more he could see the cap at the height of its misery there were small bands of children shovelling Cole and a big band of grown men knocking nails in too wood building a new shed it looks like they were wearing stars of david while four Nazi’s were standing behind them shouting go faster scum in german they were weak but they carried on then he felt something grab his arm it was a general an ss one he couldnt get out he could not leave he was stuck in this nightmare forever.A few months passed and there was no sign of hector the police found a bag pack with a book in it they gave it too hectors parents. his father opened it there was a newspaper snip’it of the worker of the camp from 1945 hectors father was nearly sick with shock in the picture was hector himself and vaslav holding hands. at this moment he went outside and got too his knees in a state of disbelief when an old gypsy woman who looked ancient with sagging skin came by and said the birds never sing in besh and baulm deathcamp she faded in too the snowy blizzard where they all ghost did the town ever survive who knows….
Credit To – myself scott upton

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