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One day when Idek was venting his fury, I happened to cross<br />
his path. He threw himself on me like a wild beast, beating me in<br />
the chest, on my head, throwing me to the ground and picking me<br />
up again, crushing me with ever more violent blows, until I was<br />
covered in blood. As I bit my lips in order not to howl with pain,<br />
he must have mistaken my silence for defiance and so he continued<br />
to hit me harder and harder.<br />
Abruptly, he calmed down and sent me back to work as if<br />
nothing had happened. As if we had taken part in a game in<br />
which both roles were of equal importance.<br />
I dragged myself to my corner. I was aching all over. I felt a<br />
cool hand wiping the blood from my forehead. It was the French<br />
girl. She was smiling her mournful smile as she slipped me a crust<br />
of bread. She looked straight into my eyes. I knew she wanted to<br />
talk to me but that she was paralyzed with fear. She remained like<br />
that for some time, and then her face lit up and she said, in almost<br />
perfect German:<br />
"Bite your lips, little brother…Don't cry. Keep your anger,<br />
your hate, for another day, for later. The day will come but not<br />
now…Wait. Clench your teeth and w a i t … "<br />
MANY YEARS LATER, in Paris, I sat in the Metro, reading my newspaper.<br />
Across the aisle, a beautiful woman with dark hair and<br />
dreamy eyes. I had seen those eyes before.<br />
"Madame, don't you recognize me?"<br />
"I don't know you, sir."<br />
"In 1944, you were in Poland, in Buna, weren't you?"<br />
"Yes, but…"<br />
"You worked in a depot, a warehouse for electrical parts…"<br />
"Yes," she said, looking troubled. And then, after a moment of<br />
silence: "Wait…I do remember…"<br />
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