Auschwitz #34207: The Joe Rubinstein Story

by Nancy Sprowell Geise

I remained quiet, feeling weighted down with a new and disheartening understanding: people don’t always get what they deserve.

Where is my life? I wanted to scream “What happened to my life?” I had always thought that I had some measure of control over what I did—and my future. But that had been a façade! I had control of nothing!

For prisoners at Auschwitz the line between life and death was thin and blurred. It was often hard to tell the difference since living often looked like death animated.