ABSTRACT
HERMINA and Luba left Auschwitz gladly. They could hardly realize that they were awake, and not dreaming, when they found themselves sitting in a real train speeding across country, seeing cultivated fields, villages, and little towns, stopping at stations and talking to people again, people who treated them as normal human beings and not degraded female beasts. Two S.S. soldiers talked to them, fetched them food and told them stories. ‘Oh, I’m a human being all right,’ one said. ‘I’m only S.S. when I have to be in camp.’
