by: Elie Wiesel

Section Five


Why, but why would I bless Him? Every fiber in me rebelled. Because He caused thousands of children to burn in His mass graves? Because He kept six crematoria working day and night, including Sabbath and the Holy Days? Because in His great might, he had created Auschwitz, Birkenu, Buna, and so many other factories of death?


I began to laugh. I was happy. I felt like kissing him. At that moment, the others did not matter! They had not written me down. Those whose numbers had been noted were standing apart, abandoned by the whole world. Some were silently weeping.


Were there still miracles on this earth? He was alive. He had passed the second selection. He had still proved his usefulness… I gave him back his knife and spoon.


His cold eyes stared at me. At last, he said weariliy: “I have more faith in Hitler than in anyone else. He alone has kept his promises, all his promises to the Jewish people.”


The searchlights came on. Hundreds of SS appeared out of the darkness, accompanied by police dogs. The snow continued to fall. The gates of the camp opened. It seemed as though an even darker night was waiting for us on the other side.