I push wagons, I work with a shovel, I turn rotten in the rain, I shiver in the wind; already my own body is no longer mine: my belly is swollen, my limbs emaciated, my face is thick in the morning, hollow in the evening; some of us have yellow skin, others grey. When we do not meet for a few days we hardly recognize each other.
PRIMO LEVI
recalling the first two weeks in Buna-Monowitz
Survival in Auschwitz, The Nazi Assault on Humanity
1961
