I've tried to think about how I wanted to review this account of a fifteen year old boy's suffering in several concentration camps during the last six months of WWII. I was shocked as I have always been since I first learned about the holocaust when I was about ten years of age. No matter how many articles, books, or movies that have revealed this experience, I find it impossible to comprehend the behavior of the the German Gestapo, SS, and so many soldiers, doctors, and others. In this volume, Mr. Weisel tells the reader that after months and months of near starvation, some of the guards throw pieces of bread into one of the "cattle" cars that holds people that are dying from the cold, starvation, dysentary, etc. The guards were entertained, and laughed as if watching a slap stick comedy, while these tortured people were fighting each other, some to the death, for a piece of bread to chew. Some of the previous reviewers commented that they could not fight other prisoners for food, let alone a "loved" one. I am grateful I've never had to find out what I would be like if I had been so brutually exploited. I hope that I could "rise" above it, but there is no way I could ever begin to know without the experience. It isn't something I want to think about. But I can think about the importance of the people who survived and the importance of their writings, the survivors who have chosen to do so. I have read some reviews of this book which "compare" this account with others. "This one" was better because of... That one was more...." I don't know how a reader can compare one person's suffering in a concentration camp with another. My belief is it is another story that needs to be shared. They all suffered; they were all brutalized. I personally don't think one is better than the other. Just true. This account is extremely vivid. As a mother, I am most grateful that I have never had to experience such horrors with my child. But brutality is happening to mothers' children everyday, right now, as I write.