Night

by: Elie Wiesel

Sections Eight and Nine

1

“They’re dead! They will never wake up! Never! Do you understand?” This discussion continued for some time. I knew that I was no longer arguing with him but with Death itself, with Death that he had already chosen.

2

His breathing was labored. His eyes were closed. But I was convinced that he was seeing everything. That he was seeing the truth in all things.

3

I woke up at dawn on January 29. On my father’s cot there lay another sick person. They must have taken him away before daybreak and taken him to the crematorium.

4

About six o’clock that afternoon, the first American tank stood at the gates of Buchenwald.

5

One day when I was able to get up, I decided to look at myself in the mirror on the opposite wall. I had not seen myself since the ghetto.