We slept in our clothes and shoes, ready for the journey.
The noise of rifles and cannons woke us; the flashes of tracer bullets and gun shots entered the hut.
The chief doctor dashed in and ordered us to take cover on the floor. One prisoner jumped on my stomach from the bed above me and with his shoes on.
That awakened me all right! Then we grasped what was happening: the battle-front had reached us!
The shooting decreased and morning dawned. Outside on the pole at the camp gate a white flag floated in the wind.
Many weeks later we found out that even in those last hours fate had toyed with us few remaining prisoners.
We found out just how uncertain human decisions are, especially in matters of life and death.
I was confronted with photographs which had been taken in a small camp not far from ours.
Our friends who had thought they were traveling to freedom that night had been taken in the trucks to this camp,
and there they were locked in the huts and burned to death.
Their partially charred bodies were recognizable on the photograph. I thought again of Death in Teheran.
Apart from its role as a defensive mechanism, the prisoners’ apathy was also the result of other factors.
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