"Men to the left! Women to the right!"Eight words spoken quietly, indifferently, without emotion. Eight simple, short words. Yet that was the moment when I left my mother. Pg 29
"No fifty, your forty! Do you hear? Eighteen and forty!"
Behind me, an old man fell to the ground. Nearby, an SS man replaced his revolver in its holster. My hand tightened its grip on my father. All I could think of was not to lose him. Not to remain alone. Pg 30
The SS officers gave the order."Form ranks of fives!"There was a tumult. It was imperative to stay together."Hey, kid, how old are you?" The man interrogating me was an inmate. Pg 30
"No." The man now sounded angry. "Not fifty. You're forty. Do you hear? Eighteen and forty."He disappeared into the darkness. Pg 30
"Shut up, you moron, or I'll tear you to pieces! You should have hanged yourselves rather than come here. Didn't you know what was in store for you here in Auschwitz? You didn't know? In 1944?" Pg 31
"Over there, that's where they will take you. Over there will bey our grave. You still don't understand? Don't you understand anything? You will be burned!Pg 31
"Over there, that's where they will take you. Over there will be your grave!"