[1] they took their place on a bench. next to them sat a jewish mama who clutched a large six-year-old boy in her arms and wept and kissed his forehead passionately from time to time. other mothers sat there with grim suffering furrowed on their faces. behind the frosted glass door where the terrifying business was going on, there was a steady bawling punctuated by a shrill scream, resumption of the bawling and then a pale child would come out with a strip of pure white gauze about his left arm. his mother would rush and grab him and, with a foreign curse and a shaken fist at the frosted door, hurry him out of the torture chamber. into what genre does the excerpt from section i fit?