Not everyone in war-torn Europe believed in bigotry and hatred. A few human beings remained, hidden and camouflaged within the guise of Nazism and fanaticism. This is the story of one such old man, a railyard, and tiny scraps of paper drifting on the wind, each bearing a desperate last message from the dead.
This really happened. It didn't have to happen, but it really, really did.
This short book gives the reader some idea of how it felt to be trapped in a cattle car, on your way to certain death. It is not a pretty picture. Herman, the main character, collects scraps of paper from doomed prisoners and passed them to resistance fighters who might be able to get in contact with any living relative, although he knows that most will never reach their destination.
Once again Stephen Huff sets a short story during World War II. This time it's in a small town where the trains headed towards a concentration camp stop. The scraps are pleas for help or messages for loved ones by the people on the trains.