The dark narrative This Way for the Gas Ladies and Gentlemen poignantly recounts the events of a typical day in a Nazi concentration camp during the Second World War world. The author, Tadeusz Borowski, was a Polish survivor of the Auschwitz Holocaust, the series of extermination camps responsible for the deaths of the largest number of European Jews. Told from a first-person point of view, the novel takes place at dawn as the unnamed narrator has breakfast with a friend and fellow prisoner, Henri. Henri is a member of Canada, the working group responsible for unloading Jewish transports when they arrive in the camps. They are interrupted by a request for Canada to report to the loading ramps. Upon the transport's arrival, the narrator joins Henri in directing the prisoners to life, in the labor camps, or death, in the gas chambers. In reality the path is neither life nor death, but rather directs prisoners towards inevitable or immediate death. No matter how many times he is asked, the narrator refuses to reveal to the transported prisoners what is happening to them or where they are being taken. This is the law of the camp, but the narrator also believes it is charitable to “deceive them to the end” (p. 115). Over the course of the day the narrator encounters myriad people, but one is described in great detail: a young woman, depicted as unharmed by the transportation abomination. She is tidy and composed, unlike those around her. Calmly, she asks where they are taking her, like many before her, but to no avail. When the narrator refuses to answer, he stoically boards a truck headed for the gas chambers. By the end of the day and the novel, the camp has processed approximately fifteen thousand p... means of paper... survivors crawling towards me, clawing at my soul. The blame of the world was literally placed on my shoulders as I closed the book and reflected on the morbid events I had just read. As the sun set that night, I found no joy in its vastness and splendor, for I was still blinded by the sins of those before me. The sound of my tears hitting the frozen floor lulled me to sleep. I was just joking. But seriously, here's the rest. After reading the short excerpt of his experience from the narrators, I was overwhelmed with empathy for both the victims and the perpetrators. The eternal effect of the Holocaust affects not only those who lost families, friends and 6 million of their own kind, but also the captive workers who were – and have been – incessantly tormented (by the guilt of their actions). (their fault). This (novel, story, event, etc.) will not be forgotten anytime soon.