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“holding to life, genitals like violent hands clasped tightbarely moving, more like being closed in a great jaw and eaten, and the screaming “

Most known for its unapologetic tendency to murder in cold blood, Auschwitz was adept in its ability to strip a life. Auschwitz-Birkenau’s earliest gas chamber was called “the Little Red House,” and its second gas chamber began working not soon after, called “the Little White House” (Robson 52). Despite this crucial establishment, the gas chambers were not the only ways a prisoner could die in Auschwitz. The “Black Wall” was an execution area used by the SS, an obviously faulty alternative compared to the more efficient gas chambers (Encyclopedia 107). Although a significant amount of prisoners survived longer than others, Auschwitz took a major toll on every one of them. Prisoners who had no will to survive left, their futures crushed violently by the SS, used the electrified fences that held them captive to ensure their long-awaited demise (Learning).

I was in a dark, moss-ridden dungeon where the air vigorously hung with the scent of death and suffering. Chains lay on the cobblestone walls, with hammered metal shackles on the cracked stone floor. My lab coat collected dust like a dead old skeleton six feet under. The gun felt gelid on my temple, my scrawny legs were shaking extremely fast, I thought they would run away but I knew I could escape.

In the first couple of days she had fought too, but even now she was running out of hope, of patience. Her time here had taken a toll on her, too, maybe that was their intent... 'as if living out there wasn't hard enough' her thoughts turned dark as she lifted her hands, looking at her naked arms, at the pockmarks from needles and the tiny scars from scalpel cuts. She lifted her hands and ran them through her hair - the only tell she had for long long she had been there was how long her hair had grown since they took her. She probably looked like a mess; her captors considered hosing her off sufficient to keep her clean, so her hair was dirty and unkept and her clothing was in tatters. She had once been wearing a pair of relatively nice black jeans on her lower body, a halter top covering her upper body and of course a nice jacket and shoes.

The film uses the three women to show that the rewards and punishments they receive is dependent upon their desire and their willingness of labor to achieve it. Katerina desires finishing school and becoming a successful woman in her field through hard work. After twenty years of toiling and raising a child, she becomes a general director of the factory she works in. Likewise, Antonina desires to marry by love and have a happy family, without being afraid of the hard work and challenges. She is rewarded with a happy family living in an apartment and a dacha in the suburbs. These two women are each rewarded for their desires with success and happiness, which they accomplish through work. Lyudmila on the other hand, desires to meet a successful man and marry him to advance to her desired way of life and status. She views this as an easy way to gain prosperity, as she describes her opportunities in Moscow as a “lottery.” Lyudmila is not willing to work hard for her desires, which is the reason she is punished. She ends up divorced, without kids, and working in a drycleaner to support her-self and her drunkard ex-husband. More importantly, she still continues to have the same desire, without learning a lesson from her previous experiences. The film obviously labels Antonina’s desires as good and Lyudmila’s as bad, but there is much more that goes into the

Though taken prisoner, the captured have mixed emotions towards their masters. The captives become more comfortable in their environment, they begin eating their food and enjoying their culture. The captives forget their situations when their captors show even a little compassion, they begin to praise them when in reality the captors have only given them skewed freedoms. Yet, the captives begin to want to be a part of their community and begin to hate themselves for those thoughts. The narrator of Captivity strikes the earth uselessly in her dream where she yearns to be a part of a Native American ritual, because she knows she never can truly take part. Though the captee’s vision can be blurred by their closeness to the situation, the readers can see that the captors treat the captured with no human understanding by taking away their families. Ultimately, captors are portrayed negatively, even if their captives begin to want to be like them by eating their foods and yearning to be a part of their traditions.

She jerked awake, alert, frightful, pale blue eyes darting around as if she expected to see the faces of soldiers closing in on her once more. The wagon she occupied was blissfully empty, however; for what it was worth. She eased only slightly, her sleeping mind and its dark memories receding as recollection resurfaced and she remembered where she was. Like a frightened, feral animal she was curled into the farthest corner of the enclosure, her knees tucked up against her chest and encircled by her arms, while her wrists were securely shackled by a distinctive blue alloy. Her legs and arms were littered with abrasions, her bare feet and ankles still stained with the blood of her sisters, evidence of the massacre that had occurred only a day or so prior. The linen shift she wore had once been a pristine nightgown, but was now dirty and ripped in several places, the collar torn so much it exposed the naked skin of her right shoulder and draped almost low enough to sacrifice what remained of her

To this day, I have the vivid image of the rooms: rooms full of hair, rooms of abandoned luggage, rooms of glasses, rooms of children's shoes and rooms of clothes. People often can tell you that such a devastating dark places make you feel numb but I did not believe it until I had experienced it for myself. The lack of humanness makes this place impossible to fully grasp until you are there staring at the reality in front of you. Then we went to go see Auschwitz- Birkenau II, where the railroad tracks were the first thing you had saw. This railroad was where families were ripped apart and majority headed for the gas chambers. The massive gas chambers/ cremations were right in front of me was where the Nazis tried to destroy their evidence. Then I saw barracks where the prisoners had been piled into. Visiting a place like Auschwitz is not a pleasant experience especially with the fact of how close it is to my family. It is understandable for the people who will never visit a concentration camp but visiting a place like this will have one face the reality of it and recognize the cruelty of humanity in the race. Hopefully understanding this will help us to never let something like this happen ever

I WAS sick, sick unto death, with that long agony, and when they at length unbound me, and I was permitted to sit, I felt that my senses were leaving me. The sentence, the dread sentence of death, was the last of distinct accentuation which reached my ears. After that, the sound of the inquisitorial voices seemed merged in one dreamy indeterminate hum. It conveyed to my soul the idea of REVOLUTION, perhaps from its association in fancy with the burr of a mill-wheel. This only for a brief period, for presently I heard no more. Yet, for a while, I saw, but with how terrible an exaggeration! I saw the lips of the black-robed judges. They appeared to me white--whiter than the sheet upon which I trace these words--and thin even to grotesqueness; thin with the intensity of their expression of firmness, of immovable resolution, of stern contempt of human torture. I saw that the decrees of what to me was fate were still issuing from those lips. I saw them writhe with a deadly locution. I saw them fashion the syllables of my name, and I shuddered, because no sound succeeded. I saw, too, for a few moments of delirious horror, the soft and nearly imperceptible waving of the sable draperies which enwrapped

My thoughts were interrupted by the uniformed jogging of boots that came to greet us. We were assisted to a seated position as they began to nurse our wounds. As I studied to soldiers before me, I noticed that their uniforms read, “SOVRA Armed Forces.” These were members of our military. I looked frantically at Sarai, but there was no confusion on her face, she was engaged in a conversation with a Captain Luca Morello, over the quality of my performance. Several other soldiers of varying ranks began congratulating me, and after providing me with shoes, I was helped to my feet. The congratulatory remarks persisted as I went over the days that I spent in captivity, and my mind kept wondering back to the moments leading up to our escape. My thoughts

Dooriya raised her eyes to really look at her, to see if she was an angel, but there was also sorrow, pain, disappointment kept silent in the depth of the woman’s golden brown eyes.

hands,the mangled heads and bodies of the little people. I saw pain and felt pain”

It’s gone, the escape ship. My last chance at getting home slips away from my finger tips, every breath I take the closer it gets to getting home where where I’m supposed to be. Mia turned away from the air tight window, and let her heavy body fall to floor. You know the feeling of ‘“a punch in the gut?” Thats exactly how Mia was feeling right now. Except it wasn’t her her gut, it was like a fast moving bruse encasing her entire body. Her limbs turning numb, her head shaking further and further into her body. Her head drooped and Mia Mia felt the hot wars begin to flow down to her face, burning the cuts that had ravaged her face. She didn’t to think about that thing stepping on one foot on the earth she

“I shrank back - but the closing walls pressed me resistlessly onward. At length, for my seared and writhing body, there was no longer an inch of foothold on the firm floor of the prison.” For a few moments my feet felt like they were floating on air. The warm air coming from the pit made me feel uneasy. I tried to grab on to the wall where two sections of the wall join together. For a moment I thought I was saved but I started my descent into the pit. The very horrid smell from decaying bodies caused me to pass out. I must have been completely surrounded in water with at least 25 other decaying bodies. After several minutes I came to a state of consciousness and felt every inch of my skin burning, my heart felt like it was going to explode.

It was a dreary day, as it was every day here. The sky permeates with hate. The sun hiding from the horror under a blanket of darkness. The door to our barracks slams open and I knew it was my time. Some of the new prisoners were up and ready not knowing what approached them while us more wary prisoners hid as we had heard the stories. They round all of us up but what awaited us was so grimmer.