“I know nothing
about them except that they are prisoners-of-war, and that is precisely what
shakes me. Their lives are anonymous and blameless; if I knew more about
them, what they are called, how they live, what their hopes and fears are,
then my feelings might have a focus and could turn into sympathy. But at the
moment all I sense in them is the pain of the dumb animal, the fearful
melancholy of life and the pitilessness of men.

- Paul Buemer”