11 September 1942, Theriesenstadt: a special role-call
Something had woken Clara. She couldn’t figure out what. No one else was awake in their dormitory.
She was exhausted. They worked hard and had little rest. At least that meant even these crude beds provided a sanctuary. No one could take away the pleasure of nestling down at night or of waking a little before it was time to get up and relishing just lying there. She would use those early morning moments and nights when she couldn’t sleep despite the weariness to do something that was a little like praying – after her own clumsy fashion. It was about cultivating an attitude of gratitude and finding hope. Yes, even here there was something to be grateful for. The friendship of the other women. The fact that they were still alive....
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