"We were no longer marching, we were running. Like (a)   . The SS were running as well, weapons in hand. We looked as if we were running from them."

"Despite the ordeals and (a)   , his face continued to radiate his innocence."

"When I awoke at daybreak, I saw Juliek facing me, hunched over, dead. Next to him lay his violin, trampled, an eerily (a)   little corpse."

"Dozens of starving men fought desparately over a few crumbs The worker watched the (a)   with great interest."

"Others, close to death, imitated his cry. And their cries seemed to come from beyond the grave. Soon everybody was crying. Groaning. Moaning. Cries of distress hurled into the wind and the snow.

The (a)   spread from wagon to wagon. It was contagious."

"Only it wasn't easy to reach the showers. Hundreds of prisoners crowded the area. The guards seemed unable to restore order. They were lashing out, left and right, to no (a)   . Some prisoners who didn't have the strength to jostle, or even to stand, sat down in the snow."

"My father wanted to do the same. He was moaning . . . He dragged me toward a pile of snow from which (a)   human shapes, torn blankets."

"People stood in line, quarreled.

A (a)   voice came from behind me."

"Suffering from dysentry, my father was prostrate on his cot, with another five sick inmates nearby. I sat next to him, watching him; I no longer dared to believe that he could still (a)   Death. I did all I could to give him hope."

"He had called out to me and I had not answered.

I did not weep, and it pained me that I could not weep. But I was out of tears. And deep inside me, if I could have searched the recesses of my (a)   conscience, I might have found something like: Free at last! . . ."