Solly, watching from the bushes just six or seven feet away, his heart pounding, heard the sound of a baby wailing in the grave as the man began to shovel the dirt. It was then that he fully understood for the first time that in the eyes of the Germans who had come to Lithuania, and the Lithuanian nationalists who had joined forces with them, he was, at best, an animal to be hunted. It was as if someone had, at that moment, applied a hot branding iron to his young flesh.
