Stephanie Oster

“From my cell block, I could see the children walking to the gas chambers. I remember one little girl clinging to her doll. She looked lost, staring into space. Behind her were probably months of terror and being hunted. They’d just separated her from her parents, soon they’d tear off her clothes. She already looked like her limp, lifeless doll. I watched her. I knew what chaos and anguish runs through a little girl’s mind, knew how determined she was, clutching her doll in her hand. Not long before, a few years earlier, I too had left with a suitcase that had a baby doll inside it, and a little box to keep fishing flies in.”
― Marceline Loridan-Ivens, But You Did Not Come Back: A Memoir