I didn't have to wait
long to find out. We were to go to the next chamber, shoes in hand -
the only thing we were allowed to carry with us. There a group of
Slovakian Jewish female inmates were waiting for us eagerly, who
again displayed even more cruelty toward us than the Germans. They
had those military hair cutters in hand. Within seconds we had no
hair left - they removed it from everywhere, not just our heads. Once
this inhumane treatment was over, we were allowed to take a long
shower. Ragged shirts and pants were piled up in the next chamber for
us to wear as clothing. Looking around, it was almost impossible to
recognize ourselves, bald and in tatters.
Clara and I were
holding onto each other while we were searching for Vera in vain, for
the pregnant women had been collected and taken away from the shower.
A code was then etched into our shirt, while we wore it - some of the
ink went right through it and into the skin on my back. I still have