The night opened my eyes to the actions of people, who would do anything to survive, would do anything for a piece of bread or a little water. The idea that you could forget about the people you loved and decide to only care about yourself because it would be a waste to try to help was almost impossible to understand. But not only that, but also the fact that the Nazis could do this to other people one minute, and the next minute be at home, with their own families. The fact that they could return home and live their lives after stripping Jews and other “undesirables” of their possessions, their memories, their identity, their family, their name, and their very life makes it seem like the events that happened couldn't perhaps have happened, but unfortunately they did. On the train from Auschwitz to Buchenwald, the train on which the prisoners were held periodically stopped in German cities. The doors would be opened, the dead would be disposed of without a proper funeral, without any tears being shed on their graves, and the moment they stopped, the German workers would throw pieces of bread into the train cars, and the dying would states fight like animals with the hope of being able to claim a piece of bread for themselves. (Wiesel 100) Sometimes the fight for bread led to the death of a man. One of these deaths was that of an old man, killed by his own son. "Meir, my little Meir! You don't recognize me... You are killing your father... I have bread... for you too... for you too..." (Wiesel 101). What made things worse, however, was the fact that upon his death, his son searched him, took the bread and suffered the same fate, while the dying continued to fight over a crust of bread. That people can kill each other for bread brings you... middle of paper... n beings. People tend to forget the other side of the fighting in World War II. The Japanese were equally ruthless, invading China, burying people alive and killing 40 million. Such terrible things continue to happen today, all over the world. Reading this book, I came to the conclusion that people can be the most dangerous and hateful beings in the world. An animal will kill out of hunger, out of necessity, out of fear, but a human being? A human being kills not only out of necessity or fear, but also out of greed, power and, worst of all, hatred. And with this in mind we must ask, how are people superior to “simpler animals”? Is it because people have the knowledge to do so much more? But then, what does that knowledge mean when people are willing to use it for bad things? This does not make people inferior to “simpler” animals”.?