But here God didn't come. We were all on our own.

Friends? Your friends? If you lock them together in a room with no food for a week…Then you could see what it is, friends! …

Anja? What is to tell? Everywhere I look I'm seeing Anja... From my good eye, from my glass eye, if they're open or they're close, always I'm thinking on Anja.

No matter what I accomplish, it doesn't seem like much compared to surviving Auschwitz.