“When we entered the first of the filthy rooms inside, we were still human beings, women, wearing our own clothes, our own shoes, our own underwear, and in our hands we still carried the bundle we had brought from home, filled with all that meant so much to us. We still had hair on our heads and most of us even had heads. Above all, we all had our identity, our individuality, which made us different from the other women around us, and our pride, which, as we learned, gets most of its support from outer appearance.”