I wish I had never spoken to the Pole: I feel as if I had never in all my life undergone an affront worse than this. The nurse, meanwhile, seems to have finished his demonstration in this language which I do not understand and which sounds terrible. He turns to me, and in near-German, charitably, tells me the conclusion: “Du Jude, kaputt. Du schnell Krematorium fertig.” (You Jew, finished. You soon ready for crematorium.)
The pecking order the casual cruelty ugh
