Gorillas at Auschwitz

When the guards were feeling particularly fiendish, they would unleash three gorillas into a pen and make one of us fight them. I was selected for these duties dozens of times and was almost killed on every occasion. Once, when the biggest, blondest, and most Aryan of the gorillas swatted off my hand, I was able to stab him in the neck with the jagged length of bone exposed at the end of my arm where my wrist had been a moment before. I knew when I beat the gorillas that day that the Third Reich's days of exterminating the Chosen people were numbered.