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in the sorting sheds, stacking the clothing and suitcases
                                    and possessions stolen  from the prisoners,  dividing them
                                    into piles to be sent back to  Germany.
                                      Still, Hannah was glad of the routine.  As long as she
                                    knew what to expect,  she wasn't frightened.  What was
                                    more frightening was the unknown: the occasional corpse
                                    hanging  on  the  gate  without  an  explanation,  the  swift
                                    kick  by the  blokova  for no reason.
                                      She  and  Shifre  were  set  to  work  with  Rivka  in  the
                                    kitchen hauling water in large buckets  from the pump,
                                    spooning  out  the  meager  meals,  washing  the  giant
                                    cauldrons in which the soup cooked, scrubbing the walls
                                    and floors. It was hard work, harder than Hannah could
                                    ever  remember  doing.  Her  hands  and  knees  held  no
                                    memory of such work.   It was endless.  And repetitive.
                                    But  it  was  not  without its  rewards.  Occasionally  they
                                    were  able  to  scrape  out  an  extra  bit  of food  for  them-
                                    selves and the little ones while cleaning the pots, burned
                                    pieces  of potatoes that  had  stuck  to  the  bottom.  Even
                                    burned pieces tasted wonderful,  better even than  beef.
                                    She  thought  she  remembered  beef.
                                      "SJae  gave  the  blokova  a  gold  ring  she organized to
                                    get you in here," Leye explained, wiping her hands on
                                    a  rag  and  nodding her head in  Rivka's  direction.  Leye
                                    was the head of the kitchen crew; her arms were always
                                    splotchy  and  stained.  But  it  was  a  good  job,  for  she
                                    could keep her baby with her.  "Otherwise that one  .  .  ."
                                    and she  spit on the  ground  to  show  her disapproval of
                                    the  three-fingered  woman,  " . . .  she  would  have  had
                                    you hauling wood with the men.  And you would never
                                    have  lasted  because  you  are  a  city  girl.  It  is  in  your



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