Monday, November 3, 2008
Buna is a good camp because it isn’t as bad as other camps. The inmates have more freedoms. Others consisted of watching life itself burn away, lives fade away, faith gone away. It may have been a good camp but that doesn’t mean it was heaven. It was just a better side of hell. When they heard the words better camp, their ears heard hope. There was more to live for, there was life to fight for.
The women who hid her speech, hid her faith, hid her identity. Hid all of that which was herself to survive. To go back home was to be sent to death. If she went back to her house there would be questions about who she was. It was risky for her to talk to Elie in German, if someone would have heard her. Her life would no longer be lived. It would be gone like the rest of the Jews.
It took so long because it was a group of people walking without any food or water. Without out basic nutrients your body slows down. Add the cold and it seems even slower. The sub camps made it longer to travel. It was about 6 miles. With the over amount of people that had to walk made it longer. The fact that the travel took a long time to walk, prisoners probably wanted it to take a long time, it meant that their life was lived for four hours longer. They could have hope for that much longer, life for a little more time. Six miles gave life, four hours took life.
Lindee, Kyle, Brady, Andrea