It all belonged to everyone since it no longer belonged to anyone.
#NIGHT BOOK HOLOCAUST WINDOWS#
Gaping doors and windows looked into the void. All the things one planned to take along and finally left behind. There was a little of everything: suitcases, briefcases, bags, knives, dishes, banknotes, papers, faded portraits. “The street resembled fairgrounds deserted in haste.It was a page torn from a book, a historical novel, perhaps, dealing with the captivity in the Babylon or the Spanish Inquisition.” “His very presence in the procession was enough to make the scene seem surreal.“By eight o’clock in the morning, weariness had settled into our veins, our limbs, our brains, like molten lead.”.‘My throat was dry and the words were choking me, paralyzing my lips.‘I woke the head of the household, a man with a gray beard and the gaze of a dreamer.”.“The shadows around me roused themselves as if from a deep sleep and left silently in every direction.”.“The courtyard turned into something like an antechamber to an operation room.”.“The barbed wire that encircled us like a wall did not fill us with real fear.”.“They dwell in the depths of our souls and remain there until we die.”.“They called him Moishe the Beadle, as if his entire life he had never had a surname.”.His waiflike shyness made people smile.” “Physically, he was as awkward as a clown.
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