The Death of the Carpo

During the half-hour lunch interval wensoop was ladled out at our work site, we were allowed to assemble in an unfinished engine room. On entering everyone got a ladleful of the watery soup and while we sipped it greedily, a prisoner climbed onto a tub and sang Italian arias. The gatherings were so effective that a few ordinary prisoners went to see the cabaret in spite of their fatigue even though they missed their daily portion of food by going. To discover that there was any semblance of art in a concentration camp must be surprise enough for an... Outsider. But he may be even more astonished to hear that one could find a sense of humour