It was so cold, little water, scraps of food,
scant clothing , no shoes. Yet they marched, and they marched, and they marched, to an undetermined destination. Miles upon miles,
around in circles. Death would come to all in time.
A march to the death. The Nazis were clear, the Jews must not live. They must die. Starvation, gassings, ovens, shot in mass graves. Death marches Nazis began with the end in mind.
Death was the only end.
Genia marched and marched, falling into the cold dark sea, feigning death, she escaped, she lived, she told her story.