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148 pages, Hardcover
First published January 1, 1962
For several days already, people had been whispering the news that she was going to attempt an escape before the camp was evacuated. Especially once (and this had happened five or six nights earlier) the thundering of artillery had first become audible in the distance. But then the whispering had died down somewhat – at least it seemed that way to her – since those three other women had been killed on the wire.
“The God of hope and love,” Marija said. “So what would you want Him to be like?”
“Like nothing at all!” Žana said. “I want hope and love – without God! Without having to pray or to thank anyone…
Thou hast made us like sheep for slaughter,
and hast scattered us among the nations.
Thou has sold thy people for a trifle,
demanding no high price for them...
Thou hast made us byword among the nations,
a laughingstock among the peoples.
All day long my disgrace is before me,
and shame has covered my face.
Übermensch- the very word mocks death. Such a man takes bone to make fertilizer, turns skin into purses and wallets and lampshades, produces mattresses and pillows from... hair. It is only the vapor of human vanity and nullity that is sacrificed to death. I will teach you life- thus spoke Zarathustra.
"Jakob fell silent once more. Nervously he closed his eyes. Then he said:Psalm 44 is based on a newspaper article that Kiš found, which described a Jewish family's pilgrimage to Auschwitz, where their child was—almost miraculously—born; it is also inspired by the memory of his Jewish father, who disappeared in the very same camp.
"Why this?"
"What?" the doctor asked.
"All of this," he said. "All this business." (127)