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In front of us flames. In the air that smell of burning flesh. (26)
Surely it was all a nightmare? An unimaginable nightmare? (28)
Not far from us, gigantic flames in a ditch, children thrown into the pit. (30)
Face to face with the Angel of Death (31), my God and my soul murdered. (32)
Weeping with joy, weeping with fear. (33) Slow agony. (31)
Anything is possible… (30) Is that so (31) with the threshold of death? (33)
Damned souls; humanity (30) gone, consumed in the flames. (34)
The silence poisoned the air and took one by the throat. (35)
Our class has been given the wonderful privilege to meet and listen to some survivors of the Holocaust. The following are possible questions I may ask them if I am given the opportunity:
Did you hear about the mass deportation of Jews to concentration camps before you yourself were deported? If so, how did you handle this startling news? Did you look at the situation that would soon affect you with optimism or pessimism?
What was the hardest part of the Holocaust for you? (i.e. leaving your home, being separated from the people you loved, seeing the brutal murders of people you knew, etc.)
Did you find it difficult to talk about your experiences at the concentration camps after the Holocaust was over? What is your main purpose in sharing your experiences with younger generations?