
Finally, a bright sun rose upon the prisoners as if it was shining “hope” for the prisoners. From the book, it says, “Today the sun rose bright and clear for the first time from the horizon of mud. It is a Polish sun, cold, white, and distant, and only warms the skin, but when it dissolved the last mists a murmur ran through our colorless numbers, and when even I felt its lukewarmth through my clothes I understood how men can worship the sun. (pg 71)” Before a shiny sunlight has covered them, the Jews were living a colorless life. Everything seemed gray, the sky, the morning, the dark, the people, and even their life. Gray is a color that symbolizes dullness, colorless, and paleness. I bet no other color could represent the lives of the Jews in the concentration camp better than the color gray. Since excitements hardly exist in the harsh conditions, no one was able to express a significant color to the prison. However, as spring has come, the sunlight also began to bless the Jews. As the quote above, people smiled at each other below the sunlight. By just imagining the tired Jews smiling makes me realize how the small things, such as the sunlight which shines to us every day, was very valuable and appreciable to them.
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