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There was another brother, Chaim, a physician studying in a town in Italy I’d never heard of; a sister not far away in ����ó��; and Mr. Diamant, who stayed at home, recuperating from something that had to do with his blood.

I asked Max once what they had seen on the road to ����ó��, and he only said, “Blood.”

He wasn’t going to the labor camp in ����ó�� after all, he said.

Poles from Przemyśl were going to Germany and what used to be Czechoslovakia, doing their duty for the glory of the Fatherland, while our city’s dirty Jews were earning their keep in Bełżec and at the Janowska work camp in ����ó��, he said.

“He’s been sent to a labor camp in ����ó��. I want to go and see him, but the train ticket is expensive, and even when I’d saved enough, they wouldn’t give it to me. I need German papers.”