| He has an enquiring eye. At one time it was confined within a concentration camp. There he saw the despicable and putrefying face which mankind sometimes shows. Meantime, he decided to understand and to know, to know everything, to file it all away. All those victims. Those names wiped out. Those consanguinities lost. And all the guilty ones. Those who burned their black uniforms. Some of them since sentenced, but others who got away, who are free. He wants to know all of them. To know when they were born, where they are living, where they are hiding, still bearing the scars of an ignoble era and pursued by the echoes of the evil they sowed. Simon Wiesenthal is his own card index, directory, memory (all those crimes collected, all those tears recorded, all that wailing within one soul!). And when this detective on the trail of genocide discovers the whereabouts of a former member of the SS, it is like destiny coming to collect its dues. |
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