The first spark of joy came when we saw a rooster with a tail of multicolored feathers.
But it remained only a spark; we did not yet belong to this world.
In the evening when we all met again in our hut, one said secretly to the other, “Tell me, were you pleased today?”
And the other replied, feeling ashamed as he did not know that we all felt similarly, “Truthfully, no!”
We had literally lost the ability to feel pleased and had to relearn it slowly.
Psychologically, what was happening to the liberated prisoners could be called “depersonalization.”
Everything appeared unreal, unlikely, as in a dream.
We could not believe it was true. How often in the past years had we been deceived by dreams!
We dreamt that the day of liberation had come, that we had been set free, had returned home, greeted our friends,
embraced our wives, sat down at the table and started to tell of all the things we had gone through
even of how we had often seen the day of liberation in our dreams.
And then — a whistle shrilled in our ears, the signal to get up, and our dreams of freedom came to an end.
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