KONSTANTIN FISCHER, HANIA, CRETE
WHEN THE TRUTH HAD COME OUT
I often wonder, how, afterward, they were able
to keep the appearance at least
of sanity, when the truth had come out, how they managed
to think of their last names without the echo
of Obersturmfuehrer or Hauptmann or Gefreiter.
When the truth had come out, how did they
find the strength to deny, to ignore, to make up stories, where did they
find the chutzpa, some of their victims might have said, not to vanish
from the surface of the earth, how did they
muzzle their memories, how were they
able to survive their nightmares, their fears, how could they
carry on day by day, when the truth had come out, I often wonder.
Konstantin Fischer, 2013 / 2014