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A moral obligation? We don’t believe in either the morality of man or the morality of any kind of system. Books and devotional items were on display in the shop windows of German cities, but the crematoriums were emitting smoke in the forests.

All these people who, because of phlegmon, scabies, and typhus, and also because they were too thin, were going to the gas chamber, begged the nurses (who were loading them into the crematorium trucks) to look and remember. And to tell the truth about man to those who haven’t learned it by experience.

A Red Cross ambulance drives back and forth without a break. The gigantic bloody cross painted on the hood over the engine is dissolving in the heat of the sun. The Red Cross ambulance drives tirelessly: it’s the vehicle in which the gas is transported, the gas with which they are poisoning these people.

“And do you think that they,” she indicated an indefinite direction with her head, “should not be punished?”

“I think that for people who are suffering unjustly, justice alone will not suffice. I want the perpetrators to suffer unjustly, too. They’ll experience that as justice.”

“You’re a smart guy! But you wouldn’t be able to distribute the soup justly and not give any to your lover!”