I often wonder: when did we stop? When did we stop caring, when did we stop being human? When did we stop seeing in the other a human being? I have always had those questions in my head, maybe because I grew up with this heavy guilt of coming from a country that killed six million people in an incomprehensible industrial way, on top of hundreds of thousands of others who died because of hard labour, disease, experiments, starvation. All this because they were everything the Aryans were not (supposed to be). These people were different. They . . .

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