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All Jews outside!
We were ready. I went out first. I did not want to look at my parents' faces. I did not want to break out in tears
Again my father was being beaten in front of me by Idek. I had watched it all happen without moving. In fact I thought of stealing away so I wouldn't have to suffer the blows.
After two days of travel, thirst became unbearable, as did the heat.
In the cattle car on the way to Auschwitz.
The gypsy slapped my father with such force that he fell down and then crawled back to his place on all fours.
My father had just been struck, in front of me, and I had not even blinked. I had watched and kept silent. Only yesterday, I would have dug my nails into the criminals flesh.
We were not afraid. And yet, if a bomb had fallen on the bocks, it would have claimed hundreds of inmates lives. But we no longer feared death.
They're bombing the Buna factory!
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