The big, concerned Nazi face belonged to Hans Fried. Hans asked me, "Heinz, what are you doing here?"
"What do you think I'm doing? I'm standing in line with these nervous Jews, Hans."
"Don't move; stay where you are. Don't say anything; just do what I am going to tell you to do. Several of my EWASK teammates are on duty this evening. I will tell them you are here. Five or six of us will casually gather near you in a few minutes, so stay calm and quiet. We will make a circle around you, and we will walk through the gate in a tight group. Heinz, do you understand what we are going to do?"
As I walked away surrounded by friendly Nazi guards, Over my shoulder I looked at my now-empty space in the Jew line. I caught the glance of a forlorn Jew. In that moment we both knew I was on the living side and he and everyone else in the collection center was on the dying side.