I have no idea if I am writing this in the right place or if it will be seen for I have been tagged by pensivity101 to write a story on the image below. Odd that I saw the image before I found I had been tagged and the gem of the story came to my head.
It wasn’t always freezing here, when we first arrived it was a beautiful summers day and strangely enough we were delighted to be here as the truck that brought us here was hell on earth, not fit for cattle let alone that many human beings, for when we started our journey we were human.
We could hear the dogs barking long before they opened the door, soldiers barking orders, blinded by the sun we shuffled along the platform clinging to each other in love as much as fear.
The last time I saw my parents they were disappearing into the shower block and my everlasting memory was a string quartet playing Mozart adagio and fugue in C minor which was quite surreal as it was my fathers favourite piece and one of the first he taught me.
Soon the full horror of this awful place Auschwitz dawned upon us, heads shaved, number tattooed on my arm, the stripped pyjamas and fearful conditions taking the last remnant of dignity.
Then one day the door of the hut swung open and a tall Nazi guard bellowed, “we need a cello player, can anyone in here play the cello?”
I tentatively put my hand up and was dragged out of the hut, I was terrified but what I hadn’t realised in that split second was I had saved my life, I saved my mind by always keeping it outside the wire.
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About The Diary of a Country Bumpkin
I am a retired actor, although to be honest I only retired because I wasn't getting any work due to losing my agent when I became a full time carer to my mother who had dementia. and the option of becoming an unemployed actor/waiter at my age was ludicrous, especially as my waiting skills are non-existent.
Having said I’m retired, I don’t think there really is such a thing as a retired actor for I am still available for work, I just don’t have an agent or any connections with regards to obtaining any worthwhile work.
I have over the years done student films when there is nothing else available, always low paid (if at all) the only incentive was always the promised copy of the finished film for your show reel which nine times out of ten always failed to materialise.
I spent many years looking after my aged mother and shortly after her death I was lucky enough to run into an ex-girlfriend of many years ago and our romance blossomed once again, resulting in us getting married in 2013.
My move to the countryside inspired me to write The Diary of a Country Bumpkin which tells of my continuing dilemmas in dealing with the rigors of the countryside from the unexpectedly large number of pollens, fungal moulds and hay products waiting to attack the unsuspecting townie.
I enjoy writing, see my play Dulce Et Decorum Est Pro Patria Mori on The Wireless Theatre Company, The Plays Wot I Wrote and The Battle of Barking Creek both available on Amazon.co.uk and am very fond of classic cars so my ideal occupation would be acting in a film I had written set in the 1930s/40s, we live in hopes.
I am delighted to say that since venturing to the countryside where space is not quite the premium it is in town, I have due to the availability of two double garages acquired more classic cars to form a small collection the pride of which are a 1947 Bentley Mk VI and a 2000 Bentley Arnage.
My various blogs and websites are continually evolving and I’m sure that by following the appropriate links you will find something which will edify or amuse.
I have written a number of different books all available on Amazon, so don't be shy should you feel the urge to purchase. https://www.amazon.co.uk/Mr-Joe-Wells/e/B06XKWFQHT/ref=dp_byline_cont_book_1
The Diary of a Country Bumpkin 
This is great and I like your story, though the photo was the one I was given (my pic was at the bottom of my post).
Wow! A really good story.
Thank you.
Welcome 🙏
good stuff, I think I got it after the first line or two, Christ people can be truly awful.
Good one Joe. You pulled me in to the story and I wanted to read more. Thank you.
Thank you.
Reblogged this on One Angry Tweet and commented:
I knew others are out there, wanting their voices to be heard.
Reblogged this on Deep Depression in February.
powerful writing and echoes a true story except I think she was a violinist 🙂
Great story but just a note to you, it looks like it’s dated 5/2/19 😉
I have long ago stopped trying to make sense of computer stuff, perhaps I sent it to the wrong place and it took that long before someone opened it! Who knows?