The sparkle that once gleamed in my father’s eyes had transformed into a black endless pits of despair. Every ounce of fat and strength had fled the once lively body as my father slowly approached death. His eyes sealed shut and his breathing became labored as officers continually beat him to death. Life at concentration camps were a living hell. Elie Wiesel describes these horrific events through his marvelous biography, Night. As a young Jewish boy, Wiesel was taken from his lifelong home and dumped into the Aushwitz concentration camp. Later in Wiesel’s journey, he was transported to the Buchenwald work camp. Elie Wiesel experienced indescribable terror as he saw the worth of his life be downgraded to absolutely nothing. The Jews