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EXPERIENCES IN A CONCENTRATION CAMP<br />
our party had to keep on working. I worked quite hard<br />
at mending the track with gravel, since that was the<br />
only way to keep warm. For only one moment I<br />
paused to get my breath and to lean on my shovel.<br />
Un<strong>for</strong>tunately the guard turned around just then and<br />
thought I was loafing. The pain he caused me was not<br />
from any insults or any blows. That guard did not think<br />
it worth his while to say anything, not even a swear<br />
word, to the ragged, emaciated figure standing be<strong>for</strong>e<br />
him, which probably reminded him only vaguely of a<br />
hu<strong>man</strong> <strong>for</strong>m. Instead, he playfully picked up a stone<br />
and threw it at me. That, to me, seemed the way to<br />
attract the attention of a beast, to call a domestic<br />
animal back to its job, a creature with which you have<br />
so little in common that you do not even punish it.<br />
The most painful part of beatings is the insult which<br />
they imply. At one time we had to carry some long,<br />
heavy girders over icy tracks. If one <strong>man</strong> slipped, he<br />
endangered not only himself but all the others who<br />
carried the same girder. An old friend of mine had a<br />
congenitally dislocated hip. He was glad to be capable<br />
of working in spite of it, since the physically disabled<br />
were almost certainly sent to death when a selection<br />
took place. He limped over the track with an especially<br />
heavy girder, and seemed about to fall and drag<br />
the others with him. As yet, I was not carrying a girder<br />
so I jumped to his assistance without stopping to think.<br />
I was immediately hit on the back, rudely repri<strong>man</strong>ded<br />
and ordered to return to my place. A few minutes<br />
previously the same guard who struck me had told us<br />
deprecatingly that we "pigs" lacked the spirit of comradeship.<br />
Another time, in a <strong>for</strong>est, with the temperature at 2°<br />
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