"Pressed tightly against one another, in an effort to resist the cold, our heads empty and heavy, our brains a whirlwind of decaying memories." Pg. 98They were in wagon surrounded by corpses and everybody was slowly dying.
Give me the food!
"I woke up apathy only when two men approached my father. I threw myself on his body. He was cold. I slapped him..." Pg. 99His father almost got thrown out the train with the other dead bodies.
"We received no food. We lived on snow; it took the place of bread. The days resembled the nights, and the nights left in our souls the dregs of their darkness." Pg. 100They were in the dark surviving in the snow with no food.
" One day when we had come to a stop, a worker took piece of bread out of his bag and threw it into wagon. There was a stampede. Dozens of starving men fought desperately over a few crumbs." Pg. 100They were fighting over any piece of food they could get or find.
" I felt two hands on my throat, trying to strangle me. I barely had time to call out: 'Father!' Just that one word. I was suffocating...." Pg. 102Elie was being strangled by someone and couldn't breathe.
" On the last day of our journey, a terrible wind began to blow. And the snow kept falling." "The last day had been the most lethal. We had been a hundred or so in this wagon. Twelve of us left it." Pg. 103. About 80 people died on the last night of their journey.