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At the first breath, life hurts.
He heard because he had no choice. He didn’t listen, because he didn’t want to.
Even if Karl wanted to do something, it was too late. Germany had swallowed them up. And he himself had helped pave the way, because he had believed; he’d raised his voice and his arm, intoxicated by the Führer’s vision. He’d handed over everything, even his free will, even his peace of mind. It was too late.
His father was now a real soldier, his mother explained. Would he come next Sunday? No. When? I don’t know. But be proud: he’s gone to defend the fatherland so you can grow up and we can be happy. What? Hadn’t they been happy with their father at home?
Did you know that where they burn books, they always end up burning people?
