In these parts, they could not afford trains. Instead, they strapped the Jews and leftists and gypsies and cripples and social undesirables onto sleds on the back of a Volkswagen and hauled them to the camp, which was really a slapdash cardboard affair. The guards were lazy and disinterested. They really didn't see a point in the whole thing, but they did their jobs nevertheless, smoking cigarettes with the more gregarious prisoners. They resented the prisoners and beat them - After all, they thought, why should I have to waste my life standing around guarding these people that the Reich doesn't even want to live?

The camp was miserable, and all the campers were miserable. This was the nature of the beast. Of course, a great deal of the campers - they called them prisoners - would not make it out alive, which was the most significant difference between them and the guards. In this outpost - occupied by the Reich, everyone was its servant, shipping raw materials back to Berlin so that Addy could furnish his bunker - nobody was happy, and this made everyone, Jew and gentile alike, all the more miserable.

In the end, the guards were ordered to kill the prisoners, and they did so, perfunctorily and unenthused, resenting the position into which they had been placed.