"Death March" from Auschwitz to Bergen-Belsen (Jan 1945)

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   from _Auschwitz to Australia: A Holocaust Survivor's Memoir_
                                        by Olga Horak

    ... Through villages and towns we marched. Sometimes we were taken
    off the highways and made to walk on rarely used back tracks and dirt
    roads. We were not alone on the roads. Thousands of Germans were also
    fleeing in the wake of the Russian advance and they clogged the roads
    with us. I saw innumerable horse-drawn farmcarts, wheelbarrows and old-
    fashioned carriages laden with luggage and household goods and food.
    Cans with milk were suspended from the rear of the carts and dangled in
    front of us. I could see they had warm, thick blankets and stores of
    hoarded food. Not one of those thousands ever attempted to throw even a
    scrap of bread or a potato in our direction. They saw us; they stared at
    us; they hated us and they knew who we were -- Jews. Even with their
    precious Third Reich crashing down around them they still hated us.
                                                                p. 62