Leah Laskowski

At Auschwitz, I was put into a large room with hundreds of other women. A Nazi guard ordered us to undress. Our heads were shaved. We were no longer ourselves. I couldn’t even recognize my own sisters.
Every day we had to stand to be counted outdoors- no matter how sick we were, no matter what the weather, rain or snow, cold or heat. Sometimes the count lasted for hours until they got it right.
But it was never right because in the meantime some of us had already died.

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