I can’t sleep. I can barely eat. I tell myself that if the Gestapo knows, then they would know the names of the Jews already. They’d take them from the ghetto, not look for them among the people in the streets. That the SS have never been worried about little things like evidence and proof, so why wait to get it? If they knew, I tell myself, they would have been here already. It’s easier to tell yourself things like this than to actually believe them. I can’t always expect to be arrested and let go.
