¨Deep down, I was saying good-bye to my father, to the whole universe, and, against my will.¨
Do you remember Mrs. Schächter, in the train?
¨NEVER SHALL I FORGET that night, the first night in camp, thatturned my life into one long night seven times sealed.Never shall I forget that smoke.Never shall I forget the small faces of the children whose bod-ies I saw transformed into smoke under a silent sky.Never shall I forget those flames that consumed my faith for-ever.Never shall I forget the nocturnal silence that deprived me forall eternity of the desire to live.Never shall I forget those moments that murdered my Godand my soul and turned my dreams to ashes.Never shall I forget those things, even were I condemned tolive as long as God Himself.Never.¨
¨So many crazed men, so much shouting, so much brutality.¨
¨There was a pile there already. New suits, old ones, torn overcoats, rags. For us it meant true equality: nakedness.¨
¨Every encounter filled us with joy—yes, joy.¨
Some were crying.
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