“What happened to your wife?” “She fell. Damaged her brain.” “Ah,” Sala said. She brought her knees up to her chest. “I’m sorry to hear that. Was it recent?” “Three years ago,” I said. She nodded, thoughtfully. “My mother-in-law died today.” “What do you mean today?” “I mean she was hit in the head by a Nazi guard during the relocation. My husband is walking the streets outside, weeping.”
