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Our cloths were to be thrown on the floor at the back of the barracks. There was a pile. New suits, old ones, torn overcoats. For us it m,eant true equality.
We were only given a shower once every month. We just rotted in our filth.
We were worked to the bone and we only had eachg other.
Lying down was not a option, nor could we all sit down. We decided to take turns.
In the afternoon, they made us line up. Three prisoners brought a table and some medical instruments... tattoed numbers on our left arms.
Yes I did see this with my own eyes... children being thrown into flames.
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