Item 4

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friend and I tell him that something will happen. The camp commandant [?] is counting heads with the Rapportführer standing next to him. We are all charged like a taut wire. We can hear people counting 15, 16, 17, 18. My friend is nineteenth. This means I am number 20. I hear the Blockführer yell, “halap” [?]. I looked at my friends and said good-bye to them with my eyes. Let this torture finally end. They took us to a bunker. We spent one night and a day [?] there and then another night. Our colleagues [?] were approaching the bars in the windows, which I didn’t want and asked them not to come because we were resigned to our fate. They stopped coming then. During that time, [?]

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if I remember correctly, those two prisoners were released [?]; they were welders. We are sitting in the bunker, each of us thinking their own thoughts. In the evening on the second day, an SS-man comes in and reads the number 83783 – heraus! and orders me to go to the block. I can’t even describe my feelings then. I only remember that I thought I was free, free although behind bars. What happened to my companions in misery, I have no idea. I met one of them by accident in Bergen-Belsen and he told me he didn’t have any idea what happened to our unlucky companions.
I remember it was Sunday [?]