The watch Elie Wiesel

In this concentration camp, it’s like walking in a hellhole. You have no freedom, no comfort, no privacy, and barely get fed. Every time I want to eat, it’s impossible, because the odour of the room I’m in smells like dead bodies. I don’t constantly hear screaming and people shouting for help, I try not to lose it and keep my calm. But the smell of death just keeps wreaking into my soul and disturbing me like it’s polluting my blood.

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