Pass The Pomegranate

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The train was cold, dark and long. They gave us no light, no food to eat, no place to relieve ourselves. After a while we wondered if it would continue to draw on forever, waiting for us to stop fighting for the last licks of life. Maybe this was the camp, and there was no place to stay after all. Just endless darkness, swimming in the foul, thick odor of death and feces, the moans and screams of the ill and injured, who we all knew wouldn’t survive the trip. It was a hopeless nothing.