“Oh good, you’re awake.”

“My head is killing me, what happened?”

“You got cracked pretty good in the head. A blow like that would’ve killed a regular man. You must have a pretty thick skull.”

“Where are we?”

“On a train, can’t you tell?”

“I’ve never been on a train before. Where are we going?”

“There’s a chance you’ll never ride another train after this one. You know where we’re heading.”

“I don’t belong here! I was just in the wrong place at the wrong time, I’m not like the rest of you!”

“None of us belong here, friend. But here we are.”

“I can reason with them. If I can just explain myself and who I am, then they’ll let me go.”

“It seems I was right about your thick skull. You can beg, plead, and pray all you want. Your words will fall on deaf ears. There’s no reasoning with these devils. Just keep your head down and do as you’re told.”

The train grinds to a stop and the door flys open. The men are greeted by a dozen armed soldiers.

“Welcome to Auschwitz.”