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As the train stopped, we saw this time that flames were pushing out of a tall chimney into the black sky.
It must have been about midnight. We had arrived — at Birkenau, reception center for Auschwitz.
Men to the left! Women to the right!
Little did I know, that would be the last time I saw my mother.
We listened to his advice. I later realized that this man saved our lives.
This man, supposedly an inmate, approached my father and I asking for our ages.
Do you hear? Eighteen and forty.
You see that chimney over there? Thats your grave. Turned into ashes.
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