It's December of 1943, your one of the very unfortunate... yet fortunate in some very fucked up way... you've been here for months in this fucking camp...

disease, the SS, the food, and all the other problems make this place a slow death for all of us... your only stuck biting away your time, as a very skilled boot mender... it's the reason your alive... the guards favor you much more then most... since you can fix these boots to look new.

but someone, is much more interested then most.