With our sincere gaze we survey these ruins as if the old monster lay crushed forever beneath the rubble. We pretend to take up home again as the image recedes into the past, as if we were cured once and for all of the scourge of the camps. We pretend it all happened only once, at a given time and place. We turn a blind eye to what surrounds us and a deaf ear to humanity's never-ending cry.

-Night and Fog, 1955