Recounting an execution at Auschwitz Concentration Camp where he was a prisoner, Ellie Wiesel writes: Then came the march past the victims. The two men were no longer alive. Their tongues were hanging out, swollen and bluish. But the third rope was still moving: the child, too light, was still breathing… And so he remained for more than half an hour, lingering between life and death, writhing before our eyes. And we were forced to look at him at close... Read more