It is cold,so bitter cold on this dark winter day in 1942.But it is no different from any other day in this Nazi concentration camp.I stand shivering in my thin rags,still in disbelief that this nightmare is happening.I am just a young boy .I should be playing with friends;I should be going to school;I should be looking forward to a future,to growing up and marrying,and having a family of my own.But those dreams are for the living and I am no longer one of them.Instand I am almost dead,surviving from day to day ,from hour to hour,ever since I was taken from my home and brought here with tens of thousands of other Jews .Will I still be alive tomorrow?Will I be taken to the gas chamber tonight?