| Just as the blind man gropes
in the darkness, during my years in the concentration camp, I
too desperately hoped to find my way out of the darkest depths
of a living hell--while the smell of burning flesh drifted from
the crematorium--and just like the bare trees standing alone
in the silence of night, I was stripped of my dignity and humanity--but
not my will to live...and wondered, would I ever reach the light
to freedom, so far in the distance? |
