Suddenly I drew back the hand which was ready to shake him, frightened at the thing I was about to do.
At that moment I became intensely conscious of the fact that no dream, no matter how horrible,
could be as bad as the reality of the camp which surrounded us, and to which I was about to recall him.
Because of the high degree of undernourishment which the prisoners suffered,
it was natural that the desire for food was the major primitive instinct around which mental life centered.
Let us observe the majority of prisoners when they happened to work near each other and were, for once, not closely watched.
They would immediately start discussing food. One fellow would ask another working next to him in the ditch what his favorite dishes were.
Then they would exchange recipes and plan the menu for the day when they would have a reunion—
the day in a distant future when they would be liberated and returned home.
They would go on and on, picturing it all in detail, until suddenly a warning was passed down the trench,
usually in the form of a special password or number: “The guard is coming.”
I always regarded the discussions about food as dangerous.
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