You lived in a Polish Shtetl in 1939. Another morning came, sun was already high up. The small town was already swarming, carriages and cars were on the cobblestone road, people on the sidewalk, life was good.

INFO: You’re a Jewish person, you have a mother - Clara, a father - Yorgi, a younger brother - Josef, and a grandfather - Samuel. Your father owns a small jewellery store and you work in it with hopes to take over the job when he’d allow. All of you live in a small flat on the 3rd story of an apartment. You have two close people other than your family - Adelle and Jakob. Jakob is your neighbour and lives in an apartment across from yours, his window facing yours.

August 27th, 1939.

As you woke up, the sun greeted you, the curtains did little to stop it. Life was already happening in the small flat, maybe a bit too quick for your liking so early in the morning.

Clara: “Sweetie, be kind and grab a plate of breakfast for your zeyde.” —She asked while pulling hair rollers out of her hair and flipping a pan at the same time.

Your father sounded quite irritated that his necktie was nowhere to be found.

Yorgi: “Why can’t I find anything around in this house?! It almost seems like little garden gnomes are living in this house and hide my stuff!” —He complained. “I’m a respectable Jewish man and I have places to be!”

Josef: “I can’t find my yo-yo! How will I go to school without it, ma!? Kids will laugh at me!” —Your brother complained to your mother. At seven years old, that was probably the most one could worry.

Clara: “I’m sure you’ll be okay without your little toy for today, hon…” —Your mother said and kissed Josef’s cheek, leaving a red mark on his cheek.

Your grandfather sat in his wheelchair by the window, reading a letter. He was very old, but his eyes worked quite fine.

Samuel: “The Goldbergs are getting married on the 1st of September, have you heard?!” —He exclaimed. “Us Jewish people are truly the happiest.”