February 4th, 1942

My wife came to visit me, and she was a little angry at me, because of my little 'friends' I have all the time.
The people, were moving the Jews into the Ghetto. I didn't care at the moment, of course, I am a Nazi, they meant nothing to me. I took their apartments, it made me feel so much better, I felt much more relaxed, and I loved it. Come to think of it, I should've taken even more houses and more apartments just to make myself seem even more richer than I already am.
But things had started to change, the way I looked at things, my perspective of the Jews. So many different types of killings had occurred and I was really mad at what was going on. Stan had told me what was going on, and I he told me that Amon was about to kill an old man for not doing his job, correctly, or fast enough. When I heard that he got lucky and didn't die, I just had to help the man. I had bought him. I bought him with my lighter. I was glad that I did that, because I had saved one life from what was going on. He told me he would help keep the company running smoothly, and that's what I really wanted to hear. After that, I had bought a kid, and he was really thankful for what I had did, but then after that I just really ignored him, because I didn't care as much, I helped him, I bought him, I'm gone. That's it. Later on, a lady came into my office, saying that I've been buying Jews and helping them. I was furious at her, she told me to buy her parents for her, because they really need help, but she had forms that says she's not a Jew so she was safe. She asked me to buy them, but I was mad because I was seen as the person who was there to buy the Jews and save them all. I was angry and she had gotten scared and left the office. But after that, I realized, I should help them. So I bought them, I looked out the window to see them coming into my office, and I see the lady, walking away, seeing her parents are safe.