During the time that you have lived in Berlin, the Schlechts have been your neighbors. You have visited in their apartment and have had long and friendly conversations with them. Once when you were sick, Frau Schlecht even came over to your room and nursed you back to health. You are sure that these kind, middle-aged Germans will do what they can to help you leave the country and reach neutral Sweden.
Your request is met with a completely unexpected response. I
remember 1918,
Herr Schlecht tells you. We were devastated when we
lost the war; our pride was gone. And all because you accursed Jews sold
us out to the French and British. All you wanted to do was to make profits
from the munitions industry; you didn't care about patriotism and honor.
Everything that has happened to us since then has been your fault
‘Verfluchte Juden’ (cursed Jews). Hateful Jews! I'll help you. I'll give you
some help you will never forget. Heil Hitler!
Herr Schlecht turns you over to the Gestapo. You are held in a dark cell for a week. Then, you are pushed roughly out of your cell, down the street, and straight toward a train. There is little hope. The only question is whether you will be sent south to Dachau near Munich or east to Theresienstadt near Prague.
If you sent to Dachau, continue to page 66.
If Theresienstadt is your destination, continue to page 67.