i remember goosen one, goosen two.osen two, i witnessed death penalties on religion, i saw prisoners, sick prisoners killed in the camp hospital by a prisoner. i saw the suicide of prisoners who threw themselve on this electrified fence. on the first day, of freedom, i witnessed drastic executions performed by prisoners and it was done because of the sadistic nature that originated in camp conditions and these are a few select examples to live a normal creative life, i try not to think about the events that took place in the camp. and i found my own way of doing that. so i took my memories, and i put them in the box, i tied a rope to it and threw it into a river. occasionally i take it out and i took it for today's event, but once i used those, i put them back into the box and put them back into the water. however, it was the echoes of the ceremony seas, some memories overcome my defenses, they penetrate my memory, trigger a reflections and some questions that remain -- when i say -- give us our daily bread today, and