"I became A-7713. From then on, I had no other name"(42).
I was a dog, the camp my kennel; the Blockälteste my master;
The numbers were like a collar on my left arm
Where could we find encouragement, to fight death, when our names had been taken
We were no longer Names but Numbers
The Numbers of Auschwitz, Serial Jews, Created by Hitler.
Work occupied the days of the Numbers
Numbers worked until death relieved them of their suffering.
We were Numbers, equals, survivors until selection
The selection to be subtracted
Numbers died,
Not even death restored their names,
Numbers
Simply part of the equation
