8

10

He quietly thanked me for
the things they had gotten. I told
him, "I know how it was;
my name is Cohen." He said
again , quietly. "When you come
in the door I could tell that."
I never felt prouder.

The Polish boys told me
that often the people in the
camp were starved badly. One
day there was a wagon load
of a hundred corpses standing
in the yard waiting to be
taken to the crematorium. When
the driver came out to take his
wagon away, there were
were only 80 bodies remaining

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in the cart and there were 11
prisoners standing around
eating arms, shanks and other
human parts. This scene was
witnessed[word underlined] by these Polish
boys - it is not just some-
thing they overheard being
rumored. For all I know,
they may have participated
themselves.

The Nazis use to fill
little pails with ashes from
the furnaces and sold them to
the relatives of the murdered.
Usually they were not even
the ashes of the person they