For me there were my glasses and my belt; the latter I had to exchange later on for a piece of bread.
There was an extra bit of excitement in store for the owners of trusses.
In the evening the senior prisoner in charge of our hut welcomed us with a speech in which he gave us his word of honor
that he would hang, personally, “from that beam”—he pointed to it— any person who had sewn money or precious stones into his truss.
Proudly he explained that as a senior inhabitant the camp laws entitled him to do so.
Where our shoes were concerned, matters were not so simple.
Although we were supposed to keep them, those who had fairly decent pairs had to give them up after all
and were given in exchange shoes that did not fit.
In for real trouble were those prisoners who had followed the apparently well-meant advice (given in the anteroom) of the senior prisoners
and had shortened their jackboots by cutting the tops off,
then smearing soap on the cut edges to hide the sabotage.
The SS men seemed to have waited for just that. All suspected of this crime had to go into a small adjoining room.
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