I woke up, still in disbelieve of where I am, somewhat still a mystery of how and why I’m here. All I can feel is the pool of sweat I’m sleeping in and the bodies next to me. I open my eyes just to look at the cold, metal bars above me. Getting out of bed is always a struggle from the sweaty bodies sleeping less than a foot away from me on both sides. I stand up and somehow feel lighter and skinnier than the day before. Somehow anywhere I go I can not escape that stale pee smell. I go to the showers and on my way there is always at least two people still in disbelief of what is happening and crying, missing there families, and everything they remember before all this.

http://www.cnn.com/2016/07/02/world/elie-wiesel-dies/