°°The Camp Runner °° | At Auschwitz - Birkenau | (caption) °°The Camp Runner°° February 15, 1945, Block B-16, Auschwitz, Germany .............................................................................. It was a bright morning outside but only for those who accepted Nazis' superiority and the Nazis themselves, while pitch black darkness engulfed us inside. Our wounds, though hurting now had become a common practice, Margot and Me had managed to steal some ointments from the head's cabin but now, even food is difficult to get. The situations have worsen. I am unable to understand the reason to hate. I am unwelcomed by all, deaf to them, dumb to myself and numb to none. There are sores in my palms while Margot is suffering from cough - a bad one. But, they of course don't even care a bit. But that's nothing, many others in the camp are mere surviving and are on the verge of drowning in Death's ocean. A huge one. A beautiful one. Death seems so much more beautiful indeed. We had got food yesterday, for we get it once in three days so it was somehow unusual for the gates to be opened. Indeed our working hours were over but Nazis aren't trustworthy of course.
