"Der Juden enter through the gate and come out the chimney," he said, grinning as though he had just told a good joke.
"Through the chimney, mein Jude, through the chimney. Das ist ze only way out of the camp for you… Enter through the gate and comes out the chimney. Ja, Ja..."
We were looking to the sky, God, and the golden twilight sky, most of it obscured by light brown that left a bitter taste in our throats. The SS Officer strutted around us as if in a trance, his wooden baton cutting swaths of air as he twirles it in his hand. We tried not to breathe the smoke that seemed to permeate our souls.