The train stopped here at Birkenau, an extermination center twenty times larger than Auschwitz, at the unloading platform. If you were young and healthy you were processed to the camp, if not you were sent to the gas chambers to be murdered.
I lit not candle, I left no card but I prayed and I cried alone in the silent yard where so many others have cried before me.
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