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THE CAMP looked as though it had been through an epidemic:<br />
empty and dead. Only a few "well-dressed" inmates<br />
were wandering between the blocks.<br />
Of course, we first had to pass through the showers. The head<br />
of the camp joined us there. He was a stocky man with big shoulders,<br />
the neck of a bull, thick lips, and curly hair. He gave an impression<br />
of kindness. From time to time, a smile would linger in<br />
his gray-blue eyes. Our convoy included a few ten- and twelveyear-olds.<br />
The officer took an interest in them and gave orders to<br />
bring them food.<br />
We were given new clothing and settled in two tents. We were<br />
to wait there until we could be incorporated into work Kommandos.<br />
Then we would be assigned to a block.<br />
In the evening, the Kommandos returned from the work<br />
yards. Roll call. We began looking for people we knew, asking the<br />
"veterans" which work Kommandos were the best and which<br />
block one should try to enter. All the inmates agreed:<br />
"Buna is a very good camp. One can hold one's own here. The<br />
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