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“It’s almost Christmas. We Jews don’t celebrate Christmas.
Snow now covers that soft black earth, which has so recently devoured the others. And I hate this, this purity that disguises that beast with the colour of the lamb. And that beast, it knows I’m next.
If you too wore these striped uniforms; if you too were in these barbed wire fences; will you see, then, what I see now? A monster beneath my feet, with its wide eyes staring into me, its mouth full of pale corpses.
The thing is that you do.
You are with us in these fences. You too wear uniforms of your own. And you do see what I see, the agony, the deaths, the horrors.
You, my friend, my foe, my maker, my death, why, then, are you here?
You are that monster.”
——丹尼奥·海思澈 1943年12月22日