Shmuel to his family back in Poland (if they were still alive) about his life in the camp and his best friend Bruno.

Dear mother and Father,

Life in Auschwitz is terrible. From the early hour that I awake I am forced to do everything the soldiers tell me to. I don't know what to do and I am to young and weak to cope with this. We are given the bare minimum to eat, just bread and water when I can get my hands on it. Every hour we are assemlbed, every time there are less people. There is nobody to talk to and everyone is fighting. Every day I spend hiding next to the fence avoiding trouble. Every day there are less peopleand the smell of bodies is becoming worse.  I wish and was never here and I could go back to Poland.
One day I was sitting next to the fence and a boy who was exploring came up to me. His name is Bruno. He is my best and only friend I have here. We were both born on the same day. Every week he visits me and gives me food. I hope he keeps visiting me and I hope your two are okay in Poland.

From Shmuel