The train came to a screeching halt. I heard voices, yelling. The doors to our cabin were unlocked and people stumbled out. There was a ramp which led onto a concrete path. I observed my surroundings. There were hundreds of us who were outnumbered by German guards. Jewish people displayed distressed and furious facial expressions. Women clutched their crying children and held onto their husbands. Officers signaled forward. We stumbled across the gravel pathway and continued walking until we reached the silver gates of Auschwitz. A sign read, “Arbeit Macht Frei.” (Work sets you free). It was as I walked through these silver gates and peered up at the looming sign that it occurred to me that I had been robbed of my freedom.