guilty for being here, guilty for being alive when his wife, and his parents, and his two-year-old son are not. When so many others are not. Millions of others. He feels as if he’s done something wrong, and he’s afraid that all these people are going to start throwing rocks at him, and that the police officer will take him to prison and haul him up before a tribunal, with the SS on one side and his dead wife and dead parents and dead son on the other. And the millions of other dead.
