I tried to take one of the old prisoners into my confidence.
Approaching him furtively, I pointed to the roll of paper in the inner pocket of my coat and said,
“Look, this is the manuscript of a scientific book.
I know what you will say; that I should be grateful to escape with my life, that that should be all I can expect of fate.
But I cannot help myself. I must keep this manuscript at all costs; it contains my life’s work.
Do you understand that?” Yes, he was beginning to understand.
A grin spread slowly over his face, first piteous, then more amused, mocking, insulting, until he bellowed one word at me in answer to my question,
a word that was ever present in the vocabulary of the camp inmates: “Shit!” At that moment I saw the plain truth
and did what marked the culminating point of the first phase of my psychological reaction: I struck out my whole former life.
Suddenly there was a stir among my fellow travelers, who had been standing about with pale, frightened faces, helplessly debating.
Again we heard the hoarsely shouted commands. We were driven with blows into the immediate anteroom of the bath.
There we assembled around an SS man who waited until we had all arrived.
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