Outside Was Beautiful . . . the Notebooks of a 19 Year-Old Jew

Nonfiction. It was an awful sleep full of images of the past night. I saw in my dream figures of many people who looked at me and I read in their glance that they were begging for my help, that they called and screamed "Rescue us! We are still so young, we don't want to die yet!" And I who also was sentenced to die, just as they were, could not help at all.