We had scissors. From them we took bunches of hair. Cut off.
Threw on the floor to the side, and about two minute has to be
finished. Not even two minute be...because there was a line
waiting to come up the next to it. And that's how we worked.
Inside it was very painful. Most painful was because some of the
barbers, they recognized their dear ones, like wives, mothers,
even grandmothers. Can you imagine that you have to cut their
hair and not to tell them a word because you were not allowed? If
you say a word that they going to...uh...be gassed in five or
seven minutes later, there would be a panic over there and they
would be killed too.