The doctors were taken to the shower room and, once again, Abe had that gnawing feeling in his gut. He remembered the stories and all the documentaries about the showers of the h*******t. They brought victims to the concentration camps and told them to undress, herding them into rooms where poison gas was released. Here they were, he and his friends, isolated in the bowels of this detention center and being made to undress in a deserted shower room. He often wondered why the victims of the h*******t never fought back, refused to cooperate, went quietly to their deaths. Now, he was starting to understand. Now, he knew.
“Five minutes.” The guard slammed the metal door behind him.
They were all n***d, holding bars of soap and towels. They walked over to the shower heads, somehow filled with
