The camp is unpleasant and I seem to continually hear the yells of guards or even the screams of others like me. I hoped to find some relief from this agony in the small amount of sleep I am able to receive, but even in my dreams I am haunted. I am also haunted with the view of the outside, and occasionally I find myself lost in thought staring into the outside. To me, the outside seems to be in another world, as if somehow we were transported into this harsh and cruel world. Stuck here I’m surrounded by death and illness. It is extremely cold and I lack any body fat to give me warmth. I feel myself sinking into the dark hole of death as time progresses, and it justs seems to get colder with time.
Not only is the weather cold, but the people
Not only is the weather cold, but the people