mama's old room
because no one sleeps in there no more
I think it's B- live a sinless and holy life.
EXCERPT FROM NIGHT
By: Elie Wiesel
“The beloved objects that we had carried with us from place to place were left behind in the wagon and, with them, finally, our illusions. Every few yards, there stood an SS man, his machine gun trained on us. Hand in hand we followed the throng.”
