Chapter 23
Dinner that night was a somber affair, more so than usual. Seeing zombie-like creatures dragging themselves to the kitchen for food was a thing of normalcy, but today many of the women had feverishly glittering eyes and unusually bright red cheeks.
Lotte grabbed her ration of one slice of bread and a bowl full of potato soup. She gulped down the lukewarm soup, afraid the Aufseherin would take it away if she dallied, and felt like a lucky winner when she found a thumb-sized piece of potato at the bottom.
After this meal that wasn’t even enough to mollify the gnawing pain in her stomach, Lotte trudged with everyone else to the assembly yard for the nightly roll call. At this time of the day, she didn’t care anymore. The bitter cold had left her body without sensation, and her o
