During the course of completing my project on world history, I got really frustrated reading about all the wars that have been fought by men over the past millennia. So I decided to take a break. I went to my uncle's attic to search for his old video games. As I was searching through the attic, I stumbled across something and I fell down. I must have unwittingly set something off because suddenly the room started to shake and the lights went out. I was scared and it felt like something hit my head. Within seconds, I drifted out of consciousness. 

After what felt like hours, as I came to, I found it very difficult to open my eyes. I was frightened at the scene that was in front of me. I saw kids playing around in a field, cows grazing and farmers ploughing their fields. It seemed like a normal day in a quaint european village. However, the people there could not see me as I was in a distant place and they were busy doing their own thing. I was flabbergasted as I was in my uncle's attic just a while ago. I was trying to figure out what brought me out here and where “here” really was. I was scared but also strangely intrigued. As I wandered around, I began to notice that the people I encountered looked different, spoke a language that was unfathomable to me and the place even smelled unusual.  

My first thought was that  I must have been kidnapped and brought to a village far from my home. But, I could not see anybody near me nor was I hurt in anyway except for the slight dizziness I felt in my head. All of a sudden my attention was grabbed by the sound of a group of soldiers marching and the unmistakable sight of a crimson swastika flag that they were holding. I at once recognized the symbol. It was the Nazis and that I was somewhere in Europe in the midst of the second world war.

My second thought was that it was all a dream because I had been doing my own little research on world history for my winter project back home. I pinched myself and it hurt like hell. Right away, I knew it was not a dream. The soldiers started categorizing the farmers, kids and other people into jews and non-jews. Jews were being treated really harshly, they were being harassed, irrespective of their age and gender. They were literally being thrown into the back of a small truck. I tried to hide, but one of the soldiers found me and started questioning me. I was dumbstruck. I could not understand the words he was saying. Moreover, I was processing the situation to grab a hold of what was happening. I could have spoken English with them but I had studied that the UK and the US were rivals of Nazis' during the war. Maybe, he assumed me a dumb in actual. Since, they did not want to take any chances of leaving a jew behind, they took me with them. 

There was not even enough room in the back of the truck to breathe properly. All the jews of the village were squeezed in the truck. I cried my heart out. I could not stop thinking of my family. At the same time I feared for my life because it was the holocaust and none of these people knew what horrors awaited them! An elderly woman was trying to calm me down. She held me in her arms like a mother does her child. It gave me a feeling of warmth in those cold circumstances. Once, I got quiet she tried to communicate with me. As, I could  not respond due to lingual differences. She also thought that I was dumb. So, she took out a diary and a pen from her side bag and handed it to me so that I could respond to her in writing. I wrote 'I am not from around here'. I was amazed to hear an answer in English I was relieved to know that there was someone who could understand what I said. I whispered to her to lower her voice. I explained everything to her. I told her where I was from. But she started laughing. She must have thought I was insane. Then I lost hope. I had nothing to do and I knew that even if I spoke to someone no she would believe in me. so, I decided to write down everything in that diary. I wrote everything I saw and heard . I kept on writing. People around me showed me love and compassion despite deplorable conditions of the Nazi concentration camp. I was amazed to see how they supported each other. We got a little food from time to time but never enough. Sometimes we had to sleep on empty stomachs with thirst clawing at our throats. Many people died of extreme starvation and many were shot dead whenever the guards got bored and needed something to do to pass the time.

Weeks passed since we were released from that congested truck. One day, we were told to form a line. I had that diary with me. As I walked by I couldn't hold back my tears. Turn by turn people were being taken to these strange buildings. Then came my turn as I prayed and remembered my family. They shoved me into a dark room along with a dozen or so others. The room was dimly lit by a single light bulb on the ceiling. Once we were all in and the doors shut behind us with a loud thud, the soldiers released a thick acrid gas into the room and the moment I inhaled it I lost consciousness. 

When I opened my eyes there I was in my uncle's attic. I could not even stand up. I screamed for help. My parents had returned. They were devastated as they had thought that I was lost or taken by somebody. It had been a week but in my calculations I spent more than a week there. As my parents found me they were very thankful to god and very happy with my return. As the days passed, I was getting better. I talked with my uncle. We exchanged explanations. He explained to me that it was a time machine that I accidently bumped into. 

Its working mechanism was that one would travel to the time of which s/he had in their mind and as I was doing my project on world history, it was where I had gone. Likewise, the machines core fuel was the gas" Zyklon B". The same gas was used in those concentration camp. Only difference was that it was less poisonous as a fuel. He kept on explaining but my mind could not decipher half of what he was saying.

Later that day, I wanted to know even more about World War II. So, I went to visit a museum where pictures and some objects from that time period were exhibited. I was strolling around the museum when, to my surprise, I found my own diary over there.