Prisoner's Apathy

Many weeks later, we found out that even in those last hours, fate had toyed with us few remaining prisoners. I was confronted with photographs which had been taken in a small camp not far from ours. And there they were, locked in the huts and burned to death. Their partially charred bodies were recognizable on the photograph. The average prisoner felt himself utterly degraded. This became obvious when one observed the contrasts offered by the singular sociological structure of the camp.