Dear Diary, We arrived in Auschwitz, but Elie and I were separated from my wife and the girls. The lines we went through were odd, some inmate came up to both Elie and me, to tell us that we shouldn’t be here and that our ages were wrong. I got really confused because I am fifty years old, but he had told me I was forty. I went through a different line than Elie did, but all I hope for is that we make it through and that neither of us dies. When I got up to the SS guard, I was scared, he had asked questions and all I tried to do was be honest, but in my mind, I thought that if I was honest I could get shot or taken to the crematorium. I manage to make it through and so did Elie. The SS guards had made us take off our clothes and shave our heads,