"I knew that I was no longer arguing with him but with Death itself, with Death that he had already chosen."
"I remained in Buchenwald until April 11. I shall not describe my life during that period. It no longer mattered. Since my father's death, nothing mattered to me any more…I spent my days in total idleness. With only one desire: to eat. I no longer thought of my father, my mother. From time to time, I would dream. But only about soup, an extra ration of soup."
"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. From the depths of the mirror, a corpse was contemplating me. The look in his eyes as he gazed at me has never left me."