Michel Mizne

Sharing Life Stories

            This story is about my great grandfather, he was Jewish and he lived in Poland during Second World War.

            If you were Jewish in Poland during WW2, you had two options: stay where you are and get killed by the Nazi’s, or you could move to Russia and maybe get shot in the head for being born. As you might have figured, he moved to Russia.  There you were forced to ride a train to different parts of Siberia, cutting wood for the government, stay in one place for a couple months, build a “city” so they wouldn’t sleep in the ground, get on a train, and do the same thing over and over. Just imagine being pulled away from your house to do slave work in Siberia for the government of the Soviet Union. Harsh man. When they arrived in what is today Uzbekistan, my grandfather was born in a hospital. But they wanted to get out of there and didn’t have any money. The good part was the fact that they had a family member witch had moved to Brazil. That person sent money and help to them, helping them to move to Brazil. After they got here, they continued the family and lived happy until now.

About Me

           

            Hello, my name is Michel, I’m twelve years old, I’m also kind of short for my age, my hair is dark brown, just like my eyes, I’m sometimes friendly, creative, curious, talkative and couch potato.

            My family consists of me, my brother Marc, my sister Nina and my parents Arthur and Heloisa.

            I really like swimming, hiking, skiing, taking pictures, and travelling. I hate pollution, deforestation.

            I don’t support any team, my favorite sport is handball, I love the color green and Japanese food, I like rock, soul, pop but mostly dubstep, my favorite subject are geography and physics