View from inside a hutch, where many hundreds of thousands of
souls were warehoused with much less care than the horses for which these
barracks had been designed.
"Many times I felt I was dreaming. I would have to call
to, my self: 'Wake up! Wake up! You are having a nightmare!" I would
look around me, trying to wake up, but alas my eyes would keep seeing the
same dismal picture. Finally I would start to shake all over, I would say
to myself: 'You are in a concentration camp, in an annihilation camp. Don't
let them get you down.' I didn't want to end up in the furnace."*
*Judith Sternberg Newman. In the Hell of Auschwitz (New York:
Exposition, 1964. p.20 (In: Terrence Des Pres. The Survivor: An Anatomy
of Life in the Death Camps (Pocket Books: New York, 1976, p. 95).