Ask me no questions," answered Köhn, "and I'll tell you no lies.

And that's how it is: Death in the camp was your consort. Death outside the barbed wire is your enemy!

But death was kind. Long ago it had laid its merciful hand on the heart that was once so blithe. . .

As always when men have too much to say to one another, they found no words. But the inexpressible thing that was taking place outside was uttered in Krämer's rough heartiness and Runki's clumsy tenderness, and the noise and the shots around the camp gave it its meaning.Krämer closed his eyes.

Marian!" Höfel called after him. "Where are you running to?"But the vortex had already swallowed him up.Kropinski raised the crying bundle over his head so that it should not be crushed in the irrepressible torrent. The child bobbed like a nutshell above the surging heads.It twirled in the eddy through the narrows of the gate. The current swept it along on its liberated billows, which were no longer to be restrained.

Here. Here I am.You've taken everything from us, but not who we are! We still exist! One day grass will grow here and overgrow the ruins. Or day this will be forgotten. But you... No one will ever forget you! The shame of humanity.