With these politicians, intellectuals, and entertainers, what could one young apprentice upholsterer-turned-bricklayer from Leopoldstadt, a playmate of the Karmelitermarkt, possibly have in common? That they were all Austrians either by birth or by choice, and that they were Jews. It was enough. In Buchenwald, they were a tiny nation of survivors surrounded by a poison sea. And the deaths went on.
