September 24th, 1943, ten pm.
Under the terms of my internship to Dr. Mengele, I will recount my and my benefactor's actions during my stay here at Auschwitz camp.
I arrived at the camp via train just under three days ago, and was met at the stops by Mengele himself. He was watching the bedraggled group of prisoners being offloaded, like cattle, onto the platform.
"Sir, reporting for duty to Führer." I said, pulling off a crisp salute, but Mengele was leaning against a column and smoking a roll-up, and he didn't notice. I stepped up beside him and watched the Jews and Gypsies being sorted into two lines.
"What do you see here Hraben?" He said, not taking his eyes off the bewildered, cowed victims of order. I studied the faces of the men, stern but fear in their eyes. The women were more frightened for their children than for themselves, and the younger ones were incapable of comprehending. So I looked to the older children, and there I saw comprehension, and the selfish fear