Not a line stirs on the faces of these guards. They aren’t human. Nor, any longer, are those who are squatting. I believe that somewhere in Eastern Europe an extraordinary metamorphosis took place at the edge of a verdant forest along a railway embankment. That is where the people of this tightly locked train of hell were transformed into animals. Just like all the others, the hundreds of thousands of people that the madness had sent spewing out of fifteen countries toward factories of death and gas chambers. At that moment they put us on all four legs for the first time.
