I'd like to describe you a day in Auschwitz.
We would get up in the morning.
To begin with, we slept and worked and wore the same clothes all the time.
Every few months, they would disinfect.
Every day, we had to stand [and be] counted
And they made it responsible. So let's say one would wanna run away.
And if you had a heart, you'd say, 'How can I endanger all,
because then we would all suffer.'
You could sometimes stay for hours and for days.
Dead or alive, everybody had to be counted.
After the appell, we would always march in five.
'Eins, zwei, drei, four, five, links!'
'Eins, zwei, drei' -- Still I hear it in my--
And on both sides, the guards with dogs...
and marching.
When you marched out, sometimes we never knew who would come back,
because sometimes, at random, they would select at the gate--
they would take away. I remember there were instances where,
if one of us looked pale, the other would-- sometimes I would do it to be nice.
I would say, 'Yitkele, you look so pale.'
And she would pinch my cheek to make it look red because, first of all,
they did everything to make us sick.
Then they didn't need that excuse.
Then they would take it out because she's sick.
It was plain mockery.
The other thing which was the horrible thing--
There was no--
You couldn't go to relieve yourself. Then I understood why the bowls.
And then at work, carried the gravel or the stone from one place to the other.
Sometimes they would mock us, and I remember they would point to the gas chamber:
"Where is your God now?"
And inside myself, I said, "Our God is here, but where is yours?"