The monstrous incomprehensibility and illogical horror of the whole thing boggle the mind. But there’s probably nothing to work out, because the Germans aren’t even trying to give a reason or purpose…
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The monstrous incomprehensibility and illogical horror of the whole thing boggle the mind. But there’s probably nothing to work out, because the Germans aren’t even trying to give a reason or purpose. They have one aim, which is extermination.
So why do German soldiers I pass on the street not slap or insult me? Why do they quite often hold the métro door open for me and say: “Excuse me, miss” when they pass in front? Why? Because those people do not know, or rather, they have stopped thinking; they just want to obey orders. So they do not even see the incomprehensible illogicality of opening a door for me one day and perhaps deporting me the next day: yet I would still be the same person.
Hélène Berr
Notes:
• From The Journal of Hélène Berr
• Hélène Berr was twenty-one years old when she started to keep a diary in 1942. She had grown up in a well-to-do Jewish family with strong ties to Parisian society and was a student at the Sorbonne. In March 1944, Hélène and her parents were arrested and deported to Auschwitz. Her parents died within months. Hélène was transferred to Bergen Belsen where she died days before the British liberated the camps.