The journey was
extremely rough and long, although I hardly noticed as I was only
concerned about your whereabouts. Upon arrival, we were led to a
large clearing in a meadow.
The police were
pushing and beating us, all the while yelling and hurling
indescribable obscenities at us. They also took the cigarette and
match away from everybody. Poor old Mr. Hoffman, who marched ahead of
me, collapsed and was kicked to death right in front of me. We were
told to sit down in the grass, which was still wet from the early
morning dew. Not all of us were there, since half of the train had
been left behind and arrived late in the morning.