When we were coming . . . coming to Majdanek, the women
were so crazy--not they just hollered, they got out of their
mind. A whole night they was lay down in the fields
separate, and men are separate. I got a good friend. He was
a furrier. He was working for somebody there, and he get up in the
middle of the night, and they shot him. We never heard nothing. In the morning I looked around for him, where he
is, and I find him dead. Nobody don't supposed to get up . .
. stand up at night._________ _________ _________ _________ _________ _________