when we talk about the art trove found at Gurlitt’s house, we also talk about these men, we also talk about the crime against humanity and to this day we, descendants of perpetrators, are committed and bound to the memory of the people who perished during the Holocaust, who were tortured and murdered in the concentration camps that our grandfathers built. we talk about these men and women and children as we talk about art works and the so called action “degenerate art” and about millions of dollars and legal and moral responsibilities.
“Silence slowly prevails and then, from my bunk on the top row, I see and hear old Kuhn praying aloud, with his beret on his head, swaying backwards and forwards violently. Kuhn is thanking God because he has not been chosen.
Kuhn is out of his senses. Does he not see Beppo the Greek in the bunk next to him, Beppo who is twenty years old and is going to the gas chamber the day after tomorrow and knows it and lies there looking fixedly at the light without saying anything and without even thinking any more? Can Kuhn fail to realize that next time it will be his turn? Does Kuhn not understand that what has happened today is an abomination, which no propitiatory prayer, no pardon, no expiation by the guilty, which nothing at all in the power of man can ever clean again?
If I was God…
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