Regina Cohen - April 18, 1982
Being Protected from Selection
Then towards--in the fall, things got really bad, the rain, the food. Um, one of the Krematoriums was blown up and they were starting to send people away--getting rid of them in such speed that I hardly recognized any more, any people in my own uh, barrack. We were still--I'd say a good dozen and a half from my hometown together, or from near around. And one day a group of the girls were asked to go to this other camp that they had been liquidated but there is like a clinic, and there were sick women there and children, and I don't know who else. And she specified in saying to the other group of girls, "Take her too." And we marched over there and uh, there was a typhoid, uh, the typhus fever was there. They were, they were dying. And there was a nurse with us, one of the girls. Not uh, one of the prisoners. She wouldn't let me go in there. She said, "You stay from that barrack this distance, just stay there." So I, I think I was brought along there off for another escape route. Because when we got back--and what they--these other girls had to do is bring out half-dead and dead bodies and throw them in blankets. And there was a truck and uh, a couple men tossed them in there. And then they burned down the barrack because it was diseased.
What barrack was that, do you know?
That was uh, uh, the, the camp B. It was, like I explained where the camp...
Mm-hm.
...the camp is a set, take a, for instance, a street, a, a block and so many barracks. This is C here uh, opposite. But you can't see it.
Mm-hm.
It's quite a distance, here's B. Uh, to my right was the D uh, D Lager, which was previously gypsies were there brought and all of a sudden during the night disappeared, you know, it was that kind of stuff.
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