Trapped in Hitler's Hell: A Young Jewish Girl Discovers the Messiah's Faithfulness in the Midst of the Holocaust
Be merciful unto me, O God, be merciful unto me: for my soul trusteth in thee: yea, in the shadow of thy wings will I make my refuge until these calamities be overpast. (Psalm 57:1) Anita Dittman was just a little girl when the winds of Nazism and Hitler's coming Holocaust began to blow through Germany. Raised by her Jewish mother, she came to believe that Jesus was her Messiah at eight years old. By the time she was ten, the war had begun. Suddenly Hella was racing down the street to meet me as I entered our block, panic and fear written all over her face. Her body shook visibly, and her face was contorted because she was about to break into tears. Curious people stared at Hella, but they kept moving, afraid to get involved. I sensed even before she spoke that disaster had struck our home. 'Mother's been taken!' she gasped. Trapped in Hitler's Hell is the true account of Holocaust horror but also of God's miraculous mercy on a young girl who spent her teenage years desperately fighting for survival yet learning to trust in the One she had come to love. In this inspirational story Anita tells her tale of miraculously survival during the terror of Hitler's reign when she was becoming a teen. First, her mother was picked up by the Gestapo and sent to a concentration camp--then Anita. God protected her during forced labor in a concentration camp and He made a way for her to escape and be reunited with her mother. This is a story of hope, survival, and God's miracles. Anita Dittman tells her powerful story of overcoming the horrors of Nazi work camps during World War II at groups across the United States in an effort to keep the memory of the Holocaust alive so we won't forget what sort of evil exists in the world. This updated edition includes a special author's note about how the world has changed since the first edition and how we need to continue to be diligent not to forget the atrocities against the Jews lest history repeats itself. Her message is to inspire good men to not sit idly by while dictators take control of governments and impose their will on the people.
anti-Semitic center. We hardly dared go to Pastor Hornig’s church. The macabre scenes we saw on the way caused bad dreams at night as our subconscious minds relived what we had seen: Jews by the hundreds being herded into trucks as they stared glassy-eyed with fear at being separated from loved ones. Since we were in a Jewish ghetto, we could look out our window almost any day and see such scenes on the street below. The more we were identified as Jewish Christians attending a Protestant church,
be shared. A week from now almost everyone would have a visitor. Our talk was animated as we sat on the straw-covered floor. Steffi and I talked long after the others had fallen asleep. She would be visited by her father, whom she loved very much. At last everyone had something to live for. Our eyes met, but for an instant Father didn’t recognize me. Instead, he kept moving to look for me elsewhere. Then a sad realization came over his face, and he came back to me. I saw great compassion in
grave. Pouring the soup in the grave, he covered it with dirt. Then he took a large stone and placed it over the grave site. On the stone he wrote: “Hier ruhet still una unvergessen, unser heutiges Mittagessen.” (“Here rests, still and unforgotten, today’s menu.”) Just before Christmas I met another beautiful believer: Christian Risel. We met on the work line while cutting trees and, in our own silent way, quickly fell in love. Though I loved Rudi, Wolfgang, Gerhard, and Gunther, the love in my
reaffirms it every day. But I would rather be locked away and have Jesus than to be my sister, Hella, safe in the free world but denying the very One who gave her freedom.” “Nothing happens without a purpose, does it?” Christian said. “What do you suppose is our ultimate purpose for being trapped in Nazi Germany? I think it is to glorify God in the end. Do you think that is true?” “I do, Christian.” “Anita, do you know what day it is today?” “No.” “It is Christmas Eve. I have a surprise for
moonlight, for the snow had stopped falling. No one spoke a word; we all were savoring every minute of this blessed Christmas Eve. “The villagers say that the Russians are nearly on German soil,” Christian said to me one day in January 1945 as we marched home from the work area. “They say that Auschwitz has been liberated by the Russians!” “Praise God!” The horror stories that came from Auschwitz and Dachau were always unbelievable. Theresienstadt also would score high on the horror scale, but