continued.  “An orchestra played military marches near the camp entrance.  I thought that was interesting, somewhat of a wow, but also a little deceiving, people thinking this place was so great, because they had an orchestra.  It’s all I thought about.  I actually obsessed, really.  I made friends with some of the women in the barracks.  That wasn’t the place to make new friends, but to have someone to lean on sometimes meant life or death, company, or loneliness.  We didn’t dare talk while we worked, or met outside.  We saved our talks for the barracks when the SS wasn’t around to shoot us if we started talking.  I found out that the orchestra played a lot of marches.  They had their own barracks.  They were Jews.  We usually walked to the...

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