Night Chapter 2
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- After Eliezer's father was summoned to a special council meeting, it was discovered that the ghetto was to be liquidated entirely. Departures were totake place street by street, starting the next day.
- People began to prepare for their departure by packing essential items all night long.
- Each of us will be allowed to bring our personal belongings. A backpack, some food, a few items of clothing. Nothing else.
- The time has come....you must leave all this!
- All Jews, outside! Hurry!
- The Hungarian police used their rifle butts, their clubs to in-discriminately strike old men and women, children and cripples.
- By eight o'clock in the morning, weariness had settled into ourveins, our limbs, our brains, like molten lead. Suddenly, there was shouting in the streets. Hungarian police had entered the ghetto.
- One by one, the houses emptied and the streets filled with people carrying bundles. By ten o'clock, everyone was outside. The police were taking roll calls, once, twice, twenty times.
- The heatwas oppressive. Sweat streamed from people's faces and bodies.Children were crying for water.
- Water, Mother, I am thirsty!
- My sisters and I were still allowed to move about, as wewere destined for the last convoy, and so we helped as best we could.
- At last, at one o'clock in the afternoon came the signal to leave.The first group began to walk without another glance at the abandoned streets, the dead, empty houses, the gardens, the tombstones...
- They passed me by, like beaten dogs, with never a glance in my direction. My family and I wouldn't have to follow their direction until much later.They must have envied me.
- They passed me by, one after the other, my teachers, myfriends, the others, some of whom I had once feared, some of whom I had found ridiculous, all those whose lives I had shared for years.
- The street resembled fairgrounds deserted in haste. There was a little of everything: suitcases, briefcases, bags, knives, dishes, banknotes, papers, faded portraits. All the things one planned to take along and finally left behind. They had ceased to matter.
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