In the end, it turned out that physical and mental decay depended on spiritual instruction, but in this spiritual instruction, a person was free! Having put a person in a camp, you could take away everything from him, down to his glasses and belt, but he had this freedom, and it remained with him literally until the last moment, until his last breath. It was the freedom to adjust one way or another, and it somehow existed, and all the time there were those who managed to suppress their excitement and conquer their apathy. These were the men who went through the barracks and marched into formation, and they had a good word for a comrade and a last morsel of bread. They were a testimony to the fact that you can never tell what a camp will do to a person: whether a person will turn into a typical camper, or still, even in such a cramped position, in this extreme border situation, remain human. Every time he decides himself.