The Story of Prisoner Number 329

The old man looked at the remains of what was once a high barbed wire fence surrounding the concentration camp.

Some of the fence had been torn down, and here and there the fence had disappeared altogether, but what was left still looked as hostile and forbidden as it did forty years ago, its sharp points jutting out in all directions.

Away from the fence, remnants of some buildings were still standing. The old man recognised one of the buildings as he looked at the gaping holes that were windows not so long ago. Bricks had broken and come away as the wind and weather had taken their toll, leaving those gaping holes somewhat irregular.

The hold man stared at them, a picture building of the way it was on the other side. He sees faces looking out from the windows, haggard and deathlike, bones projecting through skin, and one of the faces was his own.

To all Nazis, torturers and traitors:

Listen to the silent cries

carried on the wings of the wind

to all corners of the world

the injustices to countless people's souls

Their names etched in heaven

Will never be forgotten.

You laughed at their agony.

Can you still smile when your time comes?

You morons, you have no soul.

May your conscience be tormented

Forever and ever and ever. Amen.