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He was sitting on the soft, creaking leather seat of an army Kübelwagen. His hands, encased in the perfect black leather of officer’s gloves, rested calmly on his knees. The car rolled slowly through the March mud of the Warsaw Ghetto. And ahead of the car, gasping in animal terror, bleeding his feet to pulp, stumbling, ran a man in a coat that was too vast, taken from someone else’s shoulder. And this running man, this hunted beast looking back at the dogs, was himself

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