i wonder, was this novella never officially published in English? I cannot find it anywhere on the net, which is rather strange as it is written by such a well-known author! Anyway, i read it in Dutch.
I was deeply moved by it. I was sitting by the lake while reading it and when i had finished it, it left me just staring for quite some time at the water, looking at the swaying trees, the Eurasian Oystercatchers, chilled by the wind as evening was approaching, thinking about the Polish jews in World War II, about the ghetto's, Auschwitz, Birkenau, feeling horrified, stupefied. And all around me seemed strangely still and heavy with the weight of this story. I know this particular story was fiction, but so many similar stories aren't and we should never forget them. Never. Every story, every human being, every thought matters.