Since there are so many impactful words I've decided to quote them
"An icy wind was blowing violently. But we marched without faltering."
"Faster, you tramps, you flea-ridden dogs!"
"The night was pitch-black. From time to time, a shot exploded in the darkness. They had orders to shoot anyone who could not sustain the pace."
"The road was endless."
They were not allowed to slow down as they ran or they were shot to death.
"Chilled to the bone, our throats parched, famished, out of breath, we pressed on."
Elie uses great descriptive writing. He makes you feel like you are the one chilled to the bone and out of breath.
Many people froze to death during this part of story. Can you imagine being piled on top of eachother and knowing that some of the bodies were dead?
This is a hard ending to the book. His father starts to become colorless and some even thought he was dead. People were eager to get rid of the dead bodies. They were riding a train in the snow.
"Throw out all the dead! Outside, all the corpses! The living were glad. They would have more room. Volunteers began the task."
How can people become so unemotional? Is this what they call being in survival mode?
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