I Made It

I Made It (Complete)

Some people say that knowing what's going to happen in your life is a gift; some others say it's a curse. You can't decide which family to grow up with. You can't decide if you're going to like it or not; but you can certainly decide who to be, and what to do. We see destiny or fate as a predetermined future; so when something bad happens, we just blame it. We blame Him...the one who created us, the one who wrote our life, and the path that would take us to it. Not even questioning whether what we do is right or wrong, we just walk around doing the things that are best for us...or the things that 'seem' to be the best for us...

Yesterday I saw an article in the newspaper about World War II. Amazing they haven't gotten over it yet. It said that they weren't absolutely sure about what happened to Adolf Hitler, but that's just ridiculous because everyone knows he attempted suicide. I don't really understand what was crossing his mind when he thought about the war. I'm sure he had his reasons, though. I mean people say that he was trying to do a master race, which I don't really quite understand yet. I'm a writer, I have always been one, since little I've liked writing short stories, and with the passing of the years the short stories became novels, drama plays, etc. I fought to publish one of my stories, and after three years, I got it. Now I'm really interested on publishing a novel about World War II, but that implies knowing everything about it. I know the name of the concentration camps, Dacchau, Mauthausen-Gusen, Buchenwald, Sachsenhausen, Bergen-Belsen, Les Milles, Theresienstadt, Ravensbrück, Treblinka, Sobibor, and of course Auschwitz. I know how many people died. I know Hitler's life. But I have to go deeper. My roommates hate how much I talk about the 2nd WW, but I can't handle it. My name is Jesse Leistiëg, I live in Germany...and I'm Jewish.

When I tell people my Religion, they immediately start judging me and saying that I helped on Jesus death, but come on, I'm 22 not 2020! I believe that all Religions have something in common, faith. Buddhism believes in the Buddha, Muslims believe in Allah, Christians and Catholics believe in God; as most people know and us, Jews, believe in Yavé. I don't really care about the racist comments among Religions; they're all the same...but a little bit different.

Getting back to my novel, I am lucky to be a Jew. My mother's parents lived during the war, so I can make a novel based on a true story. Unfortunately my grandpa was killed, as were my mom's two older brothers. My grandma had their other children, my mom and two more, after the war was over. She moved to Russia and my mom gave birth. I recently moved to Germany. I came pursuing my dream. Two years ago I met this guy named Rick, we have been dating for one year and six months, and I think he truly loves me because even I'm a little bit crazy, he always give me his support.

"Jesse, we're going to a party tomorrow, do you want to come? Would you be back for tomorrow night?" Jenna asked

"Hmm...thanks Jenna, I would love to" I mumbled and added "I guess, I don't think this will take too long" I lied

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Knocking the old, dusty door.

"Baby, are you sure you want to do this? I mean, I do understand what you're trying to do but...I don't think this is the right way" Rick confessed

"This is totally right, Rick" I grumbled "I need to know what did my grandma felt during the war, I don't care if you like it or not"

Opening the door "Jesse, Hello beautiful! It has been a long time since your last visit to Russia. What brought you here Jess?" looking beside me "Rick, oh hey! You are the same handsome man of the pictures!" my grandma with her old-husky voice said

"Hello ma'am, nice to see you again, and thank you very much, the years have not changed you a thing either" gently smiling

I waved at her, and she let us in. her home is old, just like her. So many things, so many memories. I remember the last time I came here; I was probably 17 or 18. It was the first time my mom told me that she was born after my grandma got out of the concentration camp, that's when I got interested in the war and decided to write a novel. The old lady went straight to the kitchen while Rick set up the camera. I sat on the couch and after a minute Rick sat next to me. A while passed before the woman came carrying three cups of tea, placing them on a table. She looked at the camera confused.