I just finished reading Night by Elie Wiesel. Rarely does a book impact me emotionally. Night did. It’s a true story of a 15 year old Jewish boy who, along with his family, was forced by the Nazis to leave his home. He endured a year of hardship and survival in Nazi concentration camps.
The book is an account of separation from his mother and younger sister and the declining health and death of his father.
It was sad. I felt its effect for several days after reading the last words.
But it was sad on another level. Until the day the German troops marched into Mr. Wiesel’s village the citizens were in denial they would be affected by the war. In fact, they were sure defeat of the German army by the Russian Red Army was imminent.
“And we, the Jews of Sighet, waited for better days that surely were to come. Spring 1944. Splendid news from the Russian front. There could no longer be any doubt. Germany would be defeated. It was only a matter of time, months or weeks, perhaps.” Page 8