
yard (this block was surrounded by a wall two meters high), there was a
truly horrible sight. To the left of the gate there were poor wretches with
broken limbs, cellulitis, edemas, and every conceivable deficiency disease.
A bit farther, other patients who seemed somewhat less frail and dragged
themselves along. Lastly, at the far end of this hideous yard, corpses and
living skeletons were intermingled. When we entered this courtyard in our
first months in Birkenau, people who knew us stretched their imploring
hands toward us from all sides and we heard heartrending screams: ‘‘Doc-
tor, help us!’’ However, we were completely powerless, and so our help had
to be limited to a few words of encouragement, hope, and comfort, a solace
we ourselves lacked. This profusion of unimaginable human misery, this
host of diarrheic patients and enfeebled prisoners, was a frightful sight.
All were indescribably emaciated, most of them were almost completely
naked, and their underwear and clothes, which had not been changed,were
filthy all over. Three wooden boxes in the middle of the yard served as toi-
lets.Those boxes, which were rarely emptied, overflowed, and thus an area
within a radius of about two meters was floodedwith urine.What a horrible
sight it was when all those down-and-outers, the walking skeletons and
ailing people, pitifully dragged themselves to those boxes, and, no longer
able to stay on their feet, fell into the muck and struggled with death until
it finally put an end to their pitiable situation.
Block 7 was a wooden barracks like the others. Over the door there was
this cynical inscription: ‘‘Infection Department.’’ If one opened the door,
one’s first spontaneous reaction was to step back and hold one’s nose, the
air was that repulsive, biting, stifling, and unfit for breathing. Everything
was full of screams and moans. Eight or ten patients were lying on bunks
that barely had enough room for five, and thus most of them had to sit
up. In this jail for patients, all illnesses and every conceivable injury were
represented. Typhoid fever, pneumonia, cachexia, edemas, broken arms
and legs, fractured skulls, all helter-skelter. How could the physicians have
treated these poor wretches even if they had been given a chance to do so—
without medications and with paper bandages? It was impossible. Some-
times there were ten or fifteen aspirin tablets for 800 or 900 patients. And
why tend to them and put on bandages when twice a week the nurses had
to load all patients on trucks that took them to the gas chambers? The Ger-
man method was thewholesale liquidation of the human material that only
took up space.
How to describe the frightful sight of this departure for a scientifically
conducted killing? Allpatients were driven out to thecourtyard;and if there
was not enough space there, they were lined up in rows of ten in front of
the block. Since most of them were not able to stay on their feet, they were
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