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(30) stench

Years later, and the smell hanging inside the latrines, the stench that twists your instincts, has not gone away. One thousand two hundred people every morning in these latrines sitting on concrete blocks with the round holes, so filthy that even the murderers won’t walk in, and I have just walked in from a ceramic and porcelain shrine to cleanliness.
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Apr 20, 2014
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Birkenau, Poland

Sunday, March 23, 2014

11:53

From my collection, Poems from Poland

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