In this section of the book, Frankl takes a step away from the stories, although still uses them frequently to show expression of what he was explaining and provided the reader with more knowledge about the things not talked about in camp. Such as the art, where he describes having to bite his lip and clap loudly for the capos terrible poems in order to not be so badly beaten. He discusses the solidarity he was in while taking the smallest break from helping the sick and dying. This gave him some sense of peace as well as the friendships he made. Friendships in camp were vital, friends motivated each other to keep strong and to keep going. All of this may seem unnecessary to write about, but it was all about survival and whatever Frankl could do in order to live he did so.
This section of the book intruded me as I got to see a deeper side of the psychological mindset of a prisoner. I found myself questioning what I would do in this case, an almost impossible question. What stood out to me was those who decided to take their lives, in all do respect. I can not fathom how incomprehensible they must have felt. Hopeless and emotionally dead they had nothing left in them and felt there was no meaning to their lives or futures. Other prisoners were told to not stop these people, even those some did reminding them of their family, work or future. Some choose not to because of this, but it did not stop others.
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