Each morning at dawn, the Germans would lead us out of the camp for a day
of hard labor that ended only at nightfall. Each pair of workers was given
a huge saw and expected to cut its quota of logs. Because of the
horrendous conditions in the camp and the starvation rations on which we
were supposed to subsist, most of us could barely stand on our feet. But
we sawed away, knowing that our lives depended upon it; anyone collapsing
on the job or failing to meet his daily quota was killed on the spot, G-d
forbid.
One
day, as I pulled and pushed the heavy saw with my partner, I was
approached by a young woman from our work detail. The pallor of her face
showed her to be in an extremely weak physical state. "Rebbe,"
she whispered to me, "do you have a knife?
"I
immediately understood her intention and felt the great responsibility
that rested upon me. "My daughter," I begged, concentrating all
the love and conviction in my heart in the effort to dissuade her from her
intended deed. "Do not take your own life. I know that your life is
now a living hell, from which death seems a blessed release. But we must
never lose hope. With God's help, we will survive this ordeal and see
better days.
"But
the woman seemed oblivious to my words. "A knife," she repeated.
"I must have a knife. Now. Before it is too late.
"At
that moment, one of the German guards noticed our whispered conversation
and approached us. "What did she say to you?" He demanded of me.
We
both froze. Conversing during work was a grave transgression. Many a camp
inmate had been shot on the spot for far lesser crimes.
The
woman was first to recover. "I asked him for a knife," she said.
To my horror, she then addressed her request to the guard: "Give me a
knife!
"The
German, too, guessed her intention, and a devilish smile flickered on his
lips. Doubtless he had seen the bodies of those who, out of desperation,
threw themselves during the night on the electrified fence that surrounded
the camp; but this would be a novel sight for him. Still smiling, he
reached into his pocket and handed her a small knife.
Taking
the knife, she hurried back to her workstation and bent over a small
bundle of rags that she had placed on a log. Quickly unraveling the
bundle, she took out a tiny infant. Before our astonished eyes, she
swiftly and skillfully circumcised the week-old boy.
"Blessed
are You, G-d our G-d, King of the Universe," she recited in a clear
voice, "Who has sanctified us with His commandments and commanded us
to enter him into the covenant of Abraham our Father.
"Cradling
the child in her arms, she soothed his cries. Then, she addressed the
heavens: "Master of the Universe! Eight days ago you gave me a child.
I know that neither I nor he will long survive in this accursed place. But
now, when you take him back, you will receive him as a complete Jew."
"Your
knife," she said, handing the holy object back to the German.
"Thank you."
