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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=477523" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>Travel in a Box Car of the Fuehrer</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">Armed with bayonet-fixed rifles<br>And hurling vulgar insults<br>Royal Hungarian gendarmes<br>In cock- feather- plumed hats<br>Shoved us with vicious force<br>Onto a shabby cattle car <br>In the railway station of Szeged.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">And then they locked the doors.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">With my little sister in her arms<br>Mother and I found ourselves<br>Amid eighty men, women and children<br>Squeezed together like sardines<br>In a hermetically sealed tin can.<br>The wagon was ill-ventilated<br>Its small windows were barred and wired.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">The Jewish prisoner train <br>Departed slowly with the deported<br>Gathering clattering momentum<br>On a dreadful journey <br>Into the gloomy unknown.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">The box car came with two buckets<br>One was filled with water<br>The other empty for human waste<br>And soon was filled to the rim<br>With urine and feces.<br>The car became a stinking latrine<br>Rolling on rusty wheels.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">We travelled day and night<br>And sometimes the train <br>Made a halt on the open track <br>In the middle of nowhere<br>Waiting idly for a long time.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">We arrived at the concentration camp<br>After a horrible voyage of three days<br>But not before the Hungarian gendarmes<br>Were replaced by SS guards<br>At the Austrian border.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">During the ordeal of this voyage<br>I sat next to a sick old man<br>Who was lying on the floor exhausted.<br>My shoes were touching his face<br>And I began to play with my shoe lace<br>Passing it over his mouth and nose.<br>He had sighed and groaned in delirium<br>And when my mother noticed<br>She scolded me in an angry voice.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">So I stopped and apologized <br>For my uncomprehending mischief<br>But the old man did not hear my words.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">The train wheels kept rattling<br>Over the railway tracks <br>Across meadows and towns.<br>Some time passed<br>And then I looked at the old man: <br>He became very quiet.<br>Mother told me that he died.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=Paul+Hartal">Paul Hartal</a><div class=q>
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And hurling vulgar insults
Royal Hungarian gendarmes
In cock- feather- plumed hats
Shoved us with vicious force
Onto a shabby cattle car 
In the railway station of Szeged.

And then they locked the doors.

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