and signaled the kapo. k oneapo -- one kapo took the violin away from this amazing violinist. the other one took an iron pipe and walked behind this man and hit him so hard that he cracked his skull open. blood and brain was splattered all over the floor. i got terribly scared. i have seen death around me but never nothing like that. immediately, i realized like in the past, they don't want really playing. they did not want any violin music. it's just a way -- it is a joke. now we kill another one. and we're having fun by that. now, the violin was handed to the next man, who was about 25 and he was so scared that he could not play a straight note. he was standing there shivering and just going like that. i never found out if he could or could not play. the ss was terribly angry. he said, "how dare you come out and say that you can play? and you expect me to give you food for this?" they started kicking him, and they were beating him to death. now it was my turn. when i came out of the barrack i was intending, if i had a chance to play, i am going to play a sonata by dvorak or