might possibly have been sent him as a replacement. âAre you all right? Do you want to get back to the door?â
âNo, Iâm all right.â
Brodsky nodded and raised his deep voice. âLetâs have someone here from the rear!â His hand rested on Grossmanâs shoulder; somehow there was something companionable about the slight pressure. âAll right! Let him through!â
There was a rough shifting of bodies and an old man was thrust to the front. Brodsky pulled the boy slightly to one side, still allowing him breathing space, and tucked the old manâs head near the opening. The old man gasped in thankful relief and nestled on the floor, sniffing the fresh air like a dog at a rat hole. There was a restless shifting of bodies. Someone said querulously, âHow much longer are we going to be kept here?â
As if in answer to his question, there was the sound of boots crunching on cinders and two SS officers appeared in the slot of light. Brodsky held up his hand for silence but few could see him. He raised his voice in a bellow.
âShut up! Shut up!â And when his roar was met by startled silence he added more quietly, âLetâs hear what theyâre saying.â
The two officers on the track made no attempt to lower their voices, nor did they even glance at the column of anxious eyes staring at them from the narrow slit.
â⦠evacuated,â one was saying.
âWhat!â
âNatzweiler, I said. Evacuated.â
âI heard what you said! When?â
âTwo days ago.â The speaker sounded bitter. âYouâd think they would know these things before they send out a string of cars, wouldnât you? You would think at least they might check. Good God! Nancy was cleared out a week ago, they knew that, didnât they?â He stared at the line of boxcars as if they represented a personal affront to him and the papers in his hand. âCars from six camps, some of them three days on the road, over eight hundred men, and what do we do with them?â
Inside the boxcar voices were breaking out in the darkness.
âWhatâs going on? Who are you listening to? What are they saying? Anything about where weâre going? Tell them to open the door more, we need air in here for Godâs sakeâ!â
They were answered by a variety of languages from those near the slot.
âShut up! Keep quiet!â Ears replaced eyes at the slot to catch the words more clearly.
â⦠good question. What do we do with this lot? Shoot them?â
âWithout orders? I can imagine the result.â The officer sounded disgusted.
The second officer shrugged. âWhy not send them back where they came from?â
âSix camps in six different places? Still, thatâs what we ought to do.â The bitterness had returned to the officerâs voice. âServe them right for not checking before they ship them out. Theyâre the ones at fault, but theyâd be sure to manage to blame us.â There was a rustling of paper as the man consulted a list. âHere. Weâll shift them to Celle. To the Bergen-Belsen camp. Iâll get in touch with them and say those were the orders. They wonât know the difference, things are so fouled up these days.â The two men started to walk back down the track.
Grossman peered up at the shadowy figure of Brodsky between him and the door. âWhat was it? What did they say?â
Brodsky raised his voice so everyone in the car could hear.
âTwo SS, apparently discussing where weâre going. It seems we were headed for a place called Natzweiler, but Natzweiler was evacuated a few days ago. I guess the Allies are getting too close for our friendsâ comfort.â There was a weak attempt at a cheer from someone, instantly put down by the manâs neighbors.
Grossman felt as if he had been kicked in the stomach. This was certainly no part of his
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