“Blessed be God’s name? Why, but why would I bless Him? Every fiber in me rebelled.Behind me I heard thee same man asking: ‘For God's sake, where is God?’ and within me I heard a voice answer: ‘Where He is? This is where-hanging here from this gallows…’ That night, the soup tasted of corpses,” (Wiesel,65). His tongue still red, his eyes not yet extinguished. And we were forced to look at him at close range. And so he remained for more than half an hour, lingering between life and death, writhing before our eyes. “The child, too light, was still breathing.My soul had been invaded-and devoured-by a black flame,” (Wiesel,37).

All that was left was a shape that resembled me. The students of Talmud, the child I was, had been consumed by the flames. Never shall I forget these things, even if I am condemned to kite as king as God Himself. Never shall I forget those moments which murdered my god and my soul turned my dreams to dust. Never shall I forget that nocturnal silence which deprived me, for all eternity, of the desire to live. Never shall I forget those flames which consumed my faith forever. Never shall I forget the little faces of the children, whose bodies I saw turned into wreaths of smoke beneath a silent blue sky. “Never shall I forget that night, the first night in the camp, which has turned my life into one long night, seven times cursed and seven times sealed.The Hungarian police made us get in-eighty people in each car,” (Wiesel, 20). “The following morning we marched to the station, where a convoy of cattle wagons was waiting.And without waiting for a reply, he fled. Moshe the Beadle came running to our house. “The first step: Jews would not be allowed to leave their houses for three days-on pain of death.To do this is dangerous for the one that enters but also for the ones that are already there,” (Wiesel, 3). We must never make the mistake of wanting to enter the orchard by any gate but our own. “There are a thousand and one gates leading into the orchard of mystical truth.Why did I live? Why did I breathe?” (Wiesel, 2). “‘Why do you pray?’ he asked me, after a moment.

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