I worked in a furniture factory outside of the camp and life was a little more orderly. We had a place to sleep and a bit of food. I even got to know an SS
guard and volunteered to polish his boots and wash his dishes. In return, the guard gave me leftovers to eat and, later, arranged for me to transfer to another floor, where I had access to alcohol for trading purposes.
I met a boy, named Marvin, and his father who I had known in my home town. We helped each other out a great deal. We comforted each other. Marvin and I had all sorts of fantasies about what we would do if we ever got out of there. Still, life was dangerous. Twice I had to pass "selections
" at Auschwitz. I would run naked past a group of officials who would decide if people were healthy enough to work. If judged unhealthy, a guard would hook his cane around the prisoner's neck and send him to the gas chambers