EXAMPLE: P.64-65“Then came the march past the victims. The two men were no longer alive. Their tongues were hanging out, swollen and bluish. But the third rope was still moving: the child, too light, was still breathing…”
EXAMPLE: P.32 Not far from us, flames, huge flames, were rising from a ditch. Something was being burned there. A truck drew close and unloaded its hold: small children. Babies! Yes, I did see this, with my own e y e s ... c h i l - dren thrown into the flames.
Example: PG. 57 I no longer felt anything except the lashes of the whip." O n e ! ... T w o ! ... " he was counting.He took his time between lashes. Only the first really hurt. I heard him count:
Example: PG. 109 "My son, they are beating me!""Who?" I thought he was delirious."Him, the Frenchman...and the Pole...They beat m e ... " One more stab to the heart, one more reason to hate. One less reason to live. "Eliezer...Eliezer...tellt hem no to beat m e ...I haven't done anything...Why are they beating me?"
Example: PG. 112 They must have taken him away before day-break and taken him to the crematorium. Perhaps he was stillbreathing.... No prayers were said over his tomb. No candle lit in his mem-ory. His last word had been my name. He had called out to meand I had not answered.
Stunned by the blows, the old man was crying: "Meir, my little Meir! Don't you recognize m e ... Y o u ' r e killing your father... I have bread...for you too... for you too..." He collapsed.