"The camp has come to an end, but there is no end to their torment, and there is no end to death either. Looking at the emaciated bodies of the dead with protruding ribs and sunken breasts, at the pile of corpses in the courtyard of the crematorium a good four meters high, I thought: here they are, my brothers. And I also thought: it was necessary to recognize their torment, as we, the survivors, learned them, so that now we would worship them brotherly..."