I arrived with the first transport of 728 young people: university and high school students, boy scouts, September Campaign soldiers, underground activists, a few priests, a few Polish Jews. That first day when the camp only began functioning all the positions were available and we took good managerial functions. I ended up in the hair salon. I would clean the place, arrange cosmetics on the shelf, and be the salesperson. All this for the SS! Some of them were very elegant, they took care of themselves… Arno Bohm was my kapo. A German prostitute who had been sent to the camp dropped a dime on him when they found out during an inspection that she had been hiding perfume. They took him, locked him up, and this was the last time I saw him. They assigned us a new kapo, a German criminal, who gave Hoess such a haircut that he, Hoess, never came back again. The non-commissioned officer in the Defense Company came instead with an order that that “kleine Pole,” as I was called, go give the commandant a haircut. “I work with ten Warsaw hair-stylists, fantastic professionals, and it is me who is to give Hoess a haircut?! How? Good God!” I was terrified! The guys sharpened the razor for me, and gave me a shaving machine. Mrs. Hoess waited for me at the gate of their house. She sent the officer away and led me in through the long hallways. I didn’t know what was happening with me, everything went black before my eyes, and I felt week in the knees. She led me to the first floor to the bathroom where a chair with a mirror had been prepared by the washbasin. A moment later Hoess walked in wearing not his military uniform, but casual clothes. I came to attention, then put a sheet over his shoulders and did the same thing I had seen Arno doing for a year and a half. I shaved his hair over his ears with a razor and trimmed the rest with a shaving machine. My hands trembled terribly. We never exchanged a single word. I was afraid and he was disgusted. And so almost every week for over four years I would go give Rudolf Hoess a haircut. And he never spoke to me. Never!