In Chapter 4 of Night, Elie and his fellow prisoners are forced to deal with very difficult situations. Write a letter from Elie to a friend or family member describing what life in the cam is like. Include details about what Elie is feeling, what he is seeing, and the challenges he face How does Elie try to stay strong, and what is the hardest part of the day for him?

Dear [Friend/Family Member's Name], I hope this letter finds you well, though I fear it may never reach you. I write to you from a place that feels like a nightmare, a camp where hope is a distant memory and despair is a constant companion. Each day here is a struggle for survival, and I want to share with you what life has become. The barracks are overcrowded, filled with the stench of sweat and fear. We are given barely enough food to sustain us, just a small bowl of thin soup and a piece of bread that hardly satisfies our hunger. I see my fellow prisoners, once vibrant and full of life, now reduced to shadows of their former selves. Their eyes are hollow, reflecting the pain and suffering we all endure. I often feel a deep sense of sorrow for them, and for myself, as we grapple with the reality of our situation. Every day is a battle against the cold and the hunger that gnaws at our insides. The hardest part of the day for me is the morning roll call, where we stand in the freezing air for hours, counting the minutes until we can return to the barracks. The guards are merciless, their shouts echoing in the silence, reminding us of our powerlessness. I try to stay strong by holding onto memories of my family and the life we once had. I think of you often, and it gives me a flicker of warmth in this bleak existence. I find solace in small acts of defiance, like sharing a piece of bread with a fellow prisoner or offering a word of encouragement. These moments remind me that we are still human, that we can still care for one another despite the cruelty surrounding us. I cling to the hope that one day this will end, that we will be free again. But there are days when despair threatens to consume me. I see the toll this life takes on my spirit, and I fear losing myself completely. I try to push those thoughts away, focusing instead on the strength I must find within. I remind myself that I am not just a number; I am Elie, a son, a friend, and I must survive. Please keep me in your thoughts, and know that I am fighting to hold onto my humanity in this inhumane place. I long for the day when I can embrace you again and share stories of hope and resilience. With all my love, Elie