Night by Elie Wiesel

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Night: survival of Elie Wiesel
Night is a candid, horrific, and deeply poignant autobiographical work by Elie Wiesel based on his experiences, as a young orthodox Jew, of being transmit with his family to the German death camp at Auschwitz, and later to the concentration camp at Buchenwald. Primarily, his father helped him survive.

Upon arrival to the camp, Elie and his father are immediately aparted from Elie’s mother and sisters. This is the last time the two sides of the family will ever see each other. Families are apart, food, water, and the Jews are treated worse than unwanted, stray animals. “Over there, that’s where they will take you; over there will be your grave. You still don’t understand? You son of bitches. Don’t you understand anything? You will burned! Burned to a cinder! Turned into ashes.”(Page 31). The older people begged their children not to do anything imprudent. They still believed that they should not lose aspiration and must adhere to the teaching of their faith.

Elie’s only will to survive lies solely in the love for his father and aspiration, a aspiration that some day he will see an end to the nightmare of concentration camp life forever. He also feels an obligation to keep his father alive may have cost him many moments of pain and grief, but it is also, I think, one of the main reasons that Wiesel is

able to survive the ordeals of the concentration camps. “The only thing that keeps me alive is to know that Reizel and the little ones are still alive. Were it not for them, I would give up.” (Page 45) said his father.

There were some twenty thousand prisoner in the camp and few hundred children, were liberated from Buckenwald. Their first thoughts are of food, clothes, and sex, not revenge. Wiesel develops food poisoning several days later and is hospitalized. After several days, he looks into a mirror: “From the depths of the mirror, a corpse gazed back at me. The look in his eyes, as they stared into mine, has never left...
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