My living quarters were Block 18A, and there was a kapo
who looked-after the barracks. I was issued striped clothing, a spoon and a plate. That's it. In the morning my work detail received coffee and the daily rations since we would not be back in the camp until evening. Everyday we would be marched from the camp to work, and from work back to the camp, always under close watch. Sometimes we went by the gas chambers
. You could smell the crematoria
. Sometimes they had to burn bodies in open pits. There were gallows in front of my block. I remember when they hung some people who had escaped. We had to stand until three in the morning watching the hanging.
At first I didn't know what happened to the rest of my family. It was from other prisoners who had been in the camp a while that I learned about their fate. It was a terrible experience, especially for a young person like myself who had never experienced anything like this before. I had always been at home and had had a good childhood and everything else. I was very young, one of the youngest who survived out of there. Not many my age survived there.