Dinner time came, and I was hungry. I had not eaten anything since yesterday and I am really starving. Then, the troops came and started to hand out some kind of ‘eatable’ things, but they do not look any similar to whatever food I have tried. I really do not have words to describe what were those things. But I cannot complain about it, I would be dead if I had not received this.
We chatted for about an hour and they told me they have been in there for three weeks now. They also said they are forced to work every day in jobs you would not wish to even to your worst enemy, and if they did not, they would be tortured and forced to do so. Finally, they told me that people disappeared in there. Igor’s boyfriend was with the two, but, like my Uncle, disappeared when the Germans took some people out of the cages.
November 23rd, 1941. Panic and darkness have fallen into the cages. Everyone is freaking the hell out! Some are praying, some are crying and some others are just laying in the floor. Thinking. As if all the emotions and experiences they have lived were taken away from them.
Not a single smile could be seen. Igor and Piotr reached out to me and told me to start praying. Voices and whispers said: “It is time” “Our time has come” “God bless all of you”. I am really starting to get nervous, according to my calculations, it is about 6 pm and Igor screams: “Here they come!”. I am seated in a corner. Oh lord, I think they saw…
Diary found in the remains of Auschwitz Concentration Camp, 1945. -Jan