One by one they began to tell me the stories of the camps. I listened in a daze. To begin with, I simply couldn’t believe it. It was unconscionable. I thought they were telling tales, that maybe they were inmates from a liberated lunatic asylum with crazy fantasies. But there were just too many of them for that. As they shuffled pathetically closer, eager to speak of the agonies they’d endured, I became increasingly distraught.
