Here, over an acre of ground lay dead and dying people. You couldn't see which was which except perhapsby a convulsive movement or the last quiver of a sigh from a living skeleton too weak to move. The livinglay with their heads against the corpses and around them moved the ghastly procession of emaciated,aimless people with nothing to do and no hope of life, unable to move out of your way and unable to lookat the terrible sights around them. Babies had been born here: tiny, wizened things that could not live. Amother, driven mad, screamed at a British sentry to give her milk for her child and thrust the tiny mite intohis arms and ran off crying terribly. He opened the bundle and found the baby had been dead for days.This day at Belsen was the most horrible day of my life.

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