I feel the need to look at my pictures, pictures of my life. Perhaps they can help me understand how I came to be on this train, who I am, and what has happened. (Chapter 1)

Oh God help us, what is happening? (Chapter 2)

Thank God she didn't live to see us thrown out of our homes and out of our country. And right now that's all I can thank God for. (Chapter 3)

...slowly all our rights were taken away until we were nothing but bodies being shipped out. (Chapter 4)

But suddenly everything was wrong, upside down. It seemed more normal to die than to live. (Chapter 5)

Erika had expressed the central principle that kept the ghetto going, kept us all in that struggle when it would have been easier to give up. That principle was hope. (Chapter 6)

Why should I write sad pieces, she said. "We're sad enough already. (Chapter 7)

Why have we fought so hard to... (Chapter 8)