First night in the camp
Turned my life into one long night
We had ceased to be men
Seven times cursed
Seven times sealed
Nocturnal silence
Ordered to run
Left, right, left, right
No strength left
Never ate enough
Hunger
Human suffering
Swollen and bluish
Moments
Which murdered my soul
And turned my dreams into dust
How could it be possible
For the world to be silent
Where is God?
Face-to-Face with the angel of death
Why would I bless Him?
God is no longer with us
Six o'clock in the evening, the first American tank
Wheel of history turned
Liberation
Free at last
faith in life
I survived
But
Was I still alive?
From the depths of the mirror, a corpse gazed back at me
Deprived of the desire to live
It was over