The camp at Gurs is nestled in the foothills of the Pyrenees, very close to the border with Spain. Under normal circumstances, you might have come here for a vacation — beautiful scenery, clean air and water, a lovely spot to visit. But now, it's quite a different story.
Into this internment camp, the French friends of Germany have crammed perhaps 15,000 Jews, far more than the camp can accommodate. As a result, people sleep out in the open, on the muddy ground. If it rains, you get soaked; if it snows, you may even freeze to death. There is hardly enough food to keep you alive. There are no toilets except those which the inmates improvise; no medical help is available. Within months of your arrest, 2,000 of the inmates have died as a result of the unbearable conditions.
You survive, you are certain, only because you have come here with a large group of friends, friends you trust, friends who will protect and help each other. So, it becomes a dilemma when a sympathetic camp guard suggests that it would be to your advantage to leave your friends and look out for yourself.
If you stay with your friends, continue to page 101.
If you take the advice of the guard and separate yourself from the others, continue to page 102.