I had a Jewish friend and whenever we could get out of the block when the new transport arrived, when bodies were being burned in the crematoria and the smoke came out of the chimney, we would imagine the evening dresses in which we would be rising in the air out of the crematorium chimney. And we had lots of fun doing that. We would describe in detail the cut and the color, and whether the dress was made of chiffon or soft silk. And at the same time we imagined whoever was flying out away at a given moment and we dressed them accordingly as well. I think that there were many among the prisoners who wouldn’t want to admit that the urge to play often appears in human consciousness in an extreme situation. And that this keeps a human being alive.