A Death in Vienna Quotes

“The Germans are fond of saying that only Austria could convince the world that Beethoven was an Austrian and Hitler was a German.”
― Daniel Silva, A Death In Vienna

“Shema, Yisrael, Adonai Eloheinu, Adonai Echad!”
― Daniel Silva, A Death In Vienna

“Within a month, five hundred Jews had chosen to kill themselves rather than face another day of torment, including a family of four who lived next door to the Kleins. “They shot themselves, one at a time,” Klein said. “I lay in my bed and listened to the whole thing. A shot, followed by sobs. Another shot, more sobs. After the fourth shot, there was no one left to cry, no one but me.”
― Daniel Silva, A Death In Vienna

“Aloïs Hudal was an Austrian native, an anti-Semite, and a fervent Nazi. He used his position as rector of the Pontificio Santa Maria dell’Anima, the German seminary in Rome, to help hundreds of SS officers escape justice, including Franz Stangl, the commandant of Treblinka.”
― Daniel Silva, A Death In Vienna

“«Para los viejos, la memoria es como una pila de platos de porcelana —afirmaba Lavon—. Si sacas un plato del medio, toda la pila se derrumba».”
― Daniel Silva, El Hombre de Viena

“the trees and fall into place. We walk that entire night, in neat rows of five. I shed tears of ice. Five days after walking out of Birkenau, we come to a train station in the Silesian village of Wodzislaw. We are herded onto open coal cars and travel through the night, exposed to the vicious January weather. The Germans had no need to waste any more of their precious ammunition on us. The cold kills half of the girls on my car alone. We arrive at a new camp, Ravensbrück, but there is not enough food for the new prisoners. After a few days, some of us move on, this time by flatbed truck. I end my odyssey in a camp in Neüstadt Glewe. On May 2, 1945, we wake to discover that our SS tormentors have fled the camp. Later that day, we are liberated by American and Russian soldiers. It has been twelve years. Not a day passes that I don’t see the faces of Rachel and Lene—and the face of the man who murdered them. Their deaths weigh heavily upon me. Had I recited the Sturmbannführer’s words, perhaps they would be alive and I would be lying in an unmarked grave next to a Polish road, just another nameless victim. On the anniversary of their murders, I say mourner’s Kaddish for them. I do this out of habit but not faith. I lost my faith in God in Birkenau. My name is Irene Allon. I used to be called Irene Frankel. In the camp I was known as prisoner number 29395, and this is what I witnessed in January 1945, on the death march from Birkenau.”
― Daniel Silva, A Death In Vienna

“Five Chimneys, by Olga Lengyel,”
― Daniel Silva, A Death In Vienna

“It was stolen from the Jews on the way to the gas chambers, and I want it back.”
― Daniel Silva, A Death in Vienna

“The sky was a dome of pale blue streaked with alabaster. Crossing the Stephansplatz, he was nearly toppled by the wind. It was an Arctic wind, chilled by the fjords and glaciers of Norway, strengthened by the icy plains of Poland, and now it was hammering against the gates of Vienna like a barbarian horde.”
― Daniel Silva, A Death In Vienna