Crystal Hernandez - Night - Chapter 8

Crystal Hernandez - Night - Chapter 8
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  • Listen to me, kid. Don't forget that you are in a concentration camp. In this place, it is every man for himself, and you cannot think of others...You can not help him anymore...You should be getting his rations.
  • It has been a week since my father has been this ill. I was in the block with my father when the Blockälteste came to speak with me.
  • Is this your father?
  • He is very sick...The doctor won't do anything for him.
  • It was only a fraction of a second, but it left me feeling guilty.
  • You could have two rations of bread, two rations of soup
  • The officers were giving orders. An officer passed between the bunks.
  • My son water... I'm burning up...My insides.
  • Silence over there!
  • My father did not hear and continued. The officer came over.
  • Eliezer water.
  • Silence!
  • My father did not hear. The officer wielded his club and dealt him a violent blow to the head. I didn't move. I was afraid of another blow, this time to my head. My father groaned once more.
  • Eliezer...
  • On January 29. On my father's cot there lay another sick person. I did not weep, deep inside me, if I could have searched the recesses of my feeble conscience, I might have found something like:
  • Free at last!
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