The book in which I chose to read was written by Viktor Emil Frankl, entitled “Man’s Search for Meaning.” This book deals with Frankl’s survival of four Nazi concentration camps, among them the most infamous, Auschwitz. "Viktor Frankl, in Man's Search for Meaning, examines the relationship between human conditioning and the human spiritual dimension of freedom and meaning” (Jornagen 2). Frankl’s wife, father, Mother and brother all died in the camps. He and his sister were lucky enough to survive. In Man’s Search for Meaning, Frankl did not consider himself a hero; rather he describes the heroes as being those who gave up their portions of bread to others, or those who gave their lives in order to save someone else from the gas chambers. On numerous occasions I was left in awe due to his determination to survive in the center of horrendous killings.
After discussing each stage, Frankl went on to explain the day-by-day routines of the prisoners. Once in custody, the individuals were herded like animals into the train’s compartments. Frankl gives a miserable view of what awaited the prisoners. “With the progressive dawn, the outlines of an immense camp became visible: long stretches of several rows of barbed wire fences; watch towers; search lights; and long columns of ragged human figures, grey in the grayness of dawn, trekking along the straight desolate roads, to what destination we did no know.” Upon being left at the camp, Frankl tried to hide in his coat pocket, a scientific script containing his life’s work. He soon discovered nothing was held sacred to the eyes of the Nazi’s. They took every link to his previous life from him. His clothing, personal items and even the hair on his body were all taken from him. However, they could not strip him of his