Yes, perhaps I was even prepared for something like this. Even back home I’d heard and read plenty of ghoulish stories about gas chambers and crematoriums. But this is different. Not hearsay. Not something read. Not a distant threat, but a reality rearing up right in front of me. A nearby reality. It can’t be even two hundred meters away. Its smoke strikes my nostrils. Maybe that’s why I just stand there staring, petrified,
