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I
will
give
orders
that
you
have
something
to
eat
and
drink
.
As
one
civilized
man
to
another
,
I
regret
the
incidents
of
today
and
the
incidents
in
the
next
room
.
You
will
not
,
of
course
,
be
one
of
the
hostages
.
"
I
looked
up
at
him
,
I
suppose
with
a
shocked
gratitude
.
"
He
said
,
You
will
remember
that
like
every
other
officer
I
have
one
supreme
purpose
in
my
life
,
the
German
historical
purpose
—
to
do
my
duty
,
which
is
to
bring
order
into
the
chaos
of
Europe
.
Nothing
—
nothing
!
—
stands
between
me
and
that
duty
.
"
I
cannot
tell
you
how
,
but
I
knew
he
was
lying
.
One
of
the
great
fallacies
of
our
time
is
that
the
Nazis
rose
to
power
because
they
imposed
order
on
chaos
.
Precisely
the
opposite
is
true
—
they
were
successful
because
they
imposed
chaos
on
order
.
They
tore
up
the
commandments
,
they
denied
the
superego
,
what
you
will
.
They
said
,
You
may
persecute
the
minority
,
you
may
kill
,
you
may
torture
,
you
may
couple
and
breed
without
love
.
They
offered
humanity
all
its
great
temptations
.
Nothing
is
true
,
everything
is
permitted
.
"
Unlike
most
Germans
,
I
believe
Wimmel
knew
,
had
always
known
,
this
.
Exactly
what
he
was
.
Exactly
what
he
was
doing
.
And
that
he
was
playing
with
me
.
It
did
not
seem
so
at
first
.
He
gave
me
one
last
look
and
then
went
out
,
and
I
heard
him
speak
to
one
of
the
guards
who
had
brought
me
.
I
was
taken
to
a
room
on
another
floor
and
given
something
to
eat
and
a
bottle
of
German
beer
.
At
this
point
the
experience
seemed
to
me
something
like
that
at
Neuve
Chapelle
.
I
had
many
feelings
,
but
the
dominant
one
was
that
I
was
going
to
survive
.
I
was
still
going
to
see
the
sun
shining
.
To
breathe
,
to
eat
bread
,
to
touch
a
keyboard
.
"
The
night
passed
.
I
was
brought
more
food
in
the
morning
,
allowed
to
wash
.
Then
at
half
-
past
ten
I
was
made
to
go
out
.
I
found
all
the
other
hostages
waiting
.
They
had
not
been
given
anything
to
drink
or
eat
and
I
was
forbidden
to
speak
to
them
.
There
was
no
sign
of
Wimmel
or
of
Anton
.
"
We
came
to
the
harbor
.
The
entire
village
was
there
,
some
four
or
five
hundred
people
,
black
and
gray
and
faded
blue
,
crammed
onto
the
quays
with
a
line
of
die
Raben
watching
them
.
The
village
priests
,
the
women
,
even
little
boys
and
girls
.
They
screamed
as
we
came
into
sight
.
Like
some
amorphous
protoplasm
.
Trying
to
break
bounds
,
but
unable
to
.
"
We
went
on
marching
.
There
is
a
large
house
with
huge
Attic
acroteria
facing
the
harbor
—
you
know
it
?
—
in
those
days
there
was
a
taverna
on
the
ground
floor
.
On
the
balcony
above
I
saw
Wimmel
and
behind
him
Anton
,
flanked
by
men
with
machine
guns
.
I
was
made
to
stand
against
the
wall
under
the
balcony
,
among
the
chairs
and
tables
.
The
hostages
went
marching
on
.
Up
a
street
and
out
of
sight
.
"
It
was
very
hot
.
A
perfect
blue
day
.
The
villagers
were
driven
from
the
quay
to
the
terrace
with
the
old
cannons
in
front
of
the
taverna
.
They
stood
crowded
there
.
Brown
faces
upturned
in
the
sunlight
,
black
kerchiefs
of
the
women
fluttering
in
the
breeze
.
I
could
not
see
the
balcony
,
but
the
colonel
waited
above
,
impressing
his
silence
on
them
,
his
presence
.
And
gradually
they
fell
absolutely
quiet
,
a
wall
of
expectant
faces
.
Up
in
the
sky
I
saw
swallows
and
martins
.
Like
children
playing
in
a
house
where
some
tragedy
is
taking
place
among
the
adults
.
Strange
,
to
see
so
many
Greeks
…
and
not
a
sound
.
Only
the
tranquil
cries
of
little
birds
.
"
Wimmel
began
to
speak
.
The
collaborationist
interpreted
.
"
You
will
now
see
what
happens
to
those
…
those
who
are
the
enemies
of
Germany
…
and
to
those
who
help
the
enemies
of
Germany
…
by
order
of
a
court
-
martial
of
the
German
High
Command
held
last
night
…
three
have
been
executed
…
two
more
will
now
be
executed
…
"
All
the
brown
hands
darted
up
,
made
the
four
taps
of
the
Cross
.
Wimmel
paused
.
German
is
to
death
what
Latin
is
to
ritual
religion
—
entirely
appropriate
.
"
Following
that
…
the
eighty
hostages
…
taken
under
Occupation
law
…
in
retaliation
for
the
brutal
murder
…
of
four
innocent
members
of
the
German
Armed
Forces
…
and
yet
again
he
paused
…
will
be
executed
.
"
When
the
interpreter
interpreted
the
last
phrase
,
there
was
an
exhaled
groan
,
as
if
they
had
all
been
struck
in
the
stomach
.
Many
of
the
women
,
some
of
the
men
,
fell
to
their
knees
,
imploring
the
balcony
.
Humanity
groping
for
the
nonexistent
pity
of
a
deus
vindicans
.
Wimmel
must
have
withdrawn
,
because
the
beseechings
turned
to
lamentations
.
"
Now
I
was
forced
out
from
the
wall
and
marched
after
the
hostages
.
Soldiers
,
the
Austrians
,
stood
at
every
entrance
to
the
harbor
and
forced
the
villagers
back
.
It
horrified
me
that
they
could
help
die
Raben
,
could
obey
Wimmel
,
could
stand
there
with
impassive
faces
and
roughly
force
back
people
that
I
knew
,
only
a
day
or
two
before
,
they
did
not
hate
.
"
The
alley
curved
up
between
the
houses
to
the
square
beside
the
village
school
.
It
is
a
natural
stage
,
inclined
slightly
with
the
slope
to
the
north
,
with
the
sea
and
the
mainland
over
the
lower
roofs
,
with
the
wall
of
the
village
school
on
the
uphill
side
,
and
high
walls
to
east
and
west
.
If
you
remember
,
there
is
a
large
plane
tree
in
the
garden
of
the
house
to
the
west
.
The
branches
come
over
the
wall
.
As
I
came
to
the
square
that
was
the
first
thing
I
saw
.
Three
bodies
hung
from
the
branches
,
pale
in
the
shadow
,
as
monstrous
as
Goya
etchings
.
There
was
the
naked
body
of
the
cousin
with
its
terrible
wound
.
And
there
were
the
naked
bodies
of
the
two
girls
.
They
had
been
disemboweled
.
A
slit
cut
from
their
breastbone
down
to
their
pubic
hair
and
the
intestines
pulled
out
.
Halfgutted
carcasses
,
swaying
slightly
in
the
noon
wind
.
"
Beyond
those
three
atrocious
shapes
I
saw
the
hostages
.
They
had
been
herded
against
the
school
in
a
pen
of
barbed
wire
.
The
men
at
the
back
were
just
in
the
shadow
of
the
wall
,
the
front
ones
in
sunlight
.
As
soon
as
they
saw
me
they
began
to
shout
.
There
were
insults
of
the
obvious
kind
to
me
,
confused
cries
of
appeal
—
as
if
anything
I
could
say
then
would
have
touched
the
colonel
.
He
was
there
,
in
the
center
of
the
square
,
with
Anton
and
some
twenty
of
die
Raben
.
On
the
third
side
of
the
square
,
to
the
east
,
there
is
a
long
wall
.
You
know
it
?
In
the
middle
a
gate
.
Iron
grilles
.
The
two
guerrillas
were
lashed
to
the
bars
.
Not
with
rope
—
with
barbed
wire
.
"
I
was
halted
behind
the
two
lines
of
men
,
some
twenty
yards
away
from
where
Wimmel
was
standing
.
Anton
would
not
look
at
me
,
though
Wimmel
turned
briefly
.
Anton
—
staring
into
space
,
as
if
he
had
hypnotized
himself
into
believing
that
none
of
what
he
saw
existed
.
As
if
he
no
longer
existed
himself
.
The
colonel
beckoned
the
collaborationist
to
him
.
I
suppose
he
wanted
to
know
what
the
hostages
were
shouting
.
He
appeared
to
think
for
a
moment
and
then
he
went
towards
them
.
They
fell
silent
.
Of
course
they
did
not
know
he
had
already
pronounced
sentence
on
them
.
He
said
something
that
was
translated
to
them
.
What
,
I
could
not
hear
,
except
that
it
reduced
the
villagers
to
silence
.
So
it
was
not
the
death
sentence
.
The
colonel
marched
back
to
me
.
"
He
said
,
I
have
made
an
offer
to
these
peasants
.
I
looked
at
his
face
.
It
was
absolutely
without
nervousness
,
excitation
;
a
man
in
complete
command
of
himself
.
He
went
on
,
I
will
permit
them
not
to
be
executed
.
To
go
to
a
labor
camp
.
On
one
condition
.
That
is
that
you
,
as
mayor
of
this
village
,
carry
out
in
front
of
them
the
execution
of
the
two
murderers
.
"
I
said
,
I
am
not
an
executioner
.
"
The
village
men
began
to
shout
frantically
at
me
.
"
He
looked
at
his
watch
,
and
said
,
You
have
thirty
seconds
to
decide
.
"
Of
course
in
such
situations
one
cannot
think
.
All
coherence
is
crowded
out
of
one
’
s
mind
.
You
must
remember
this
.
From
this
point
on
I
acted
without
reason
.
Beyond
reason
.
"
I
said
,
I
have
no
choice
.
"
He
went
to
the
end
of
one
of
the
ranks
of
men
in
front
of
me
.
He
took
a
submachine
gun
from
a
man
’
s
shoulder
,
appeared
to
make
sure
that
it
was
correctly
loaded
,
then
came
back
with
it
and
presented
it
to
me
with
both
hands
.
As
if
it
was
a
prize
I
had
won
.
The
hostages
cheered
,
crossed
themselves
.
And
then
were
silent
.
The
colonel
watched
me
.
I
had
a
wild
idea
that
I
might
turn
the
gun
on
him
.
But
of
course
the
massacre
of
the
entire
village
would
then
have
been
inevitable
.
"
I
walked
towards
the
men
wired
to
the
iron
gates
.
I
knew
why
he
had
done
this
.
It
would
be
widely
publicized
by
the
Germancontrolled
newspapers
.
The
pressure
on
me
would
not
be
mentioned
,
and
I
would
be
presented
as
a
Greek
who
cooperated
in
the
German
theory
of
order
.
A
warning
to
other
mayors
.
An
example
to
other
frightened
Greeks
everywhere
.
But
those
eighty
men
—
how
could
I
condemn
them
?
"
I
came
within
about
fifteen
feet
of
the
two
guerrillas
.
So
close
,
because
I
had
not
fired
a
gun
since
those
far
-
off
days
of
1915
.
For
some
reason
I
had
not
looked
them
in
the
face
till
then
.
I
had
looked
at
the
high
wall
with
its
tiled
top
,
at
a
pair
of
vulgar
ornamental
urns
on
top
of
the
pillars
that
flanked
the
gate
,
at
the
fronds
of
a
pepper
tree
beyond
.
But
then
I
had
to
look
at
them
.
The
younger
of
the
two
might
have
been
dead
.
His
head
had
fallen
forward
.
They
had
done
something
to
his
hands
,
I
could
not
see
what
,
but
there
was
blood
all
over
the
fingers
.
He
was
not
dead
.
I
heard
him
groan
.
Mutter
something
.
He
was
delirious
.
"
And
the
other
.
His
mouth
had
been
struck
or
kicked
.
The
lips
were
severely
contused
,
reddened
.
As
I
stood
there
and
raised
the
gun
he
drew
back
what
remained
of
those
lips
.
All
his
teeth
had
been
smashed
in
.
The
inside
of
his
mouth
was
like
a
blackened
vulva
.
But
I
was
too
desperate
to
finish
to
realize
the
real
cause
.
He
too
had
had
his
fingers
crushed
,
or
his
nails
torn
out
,
and
I
could
see
multiple
burns
on
his
body
.
But
the
Germans
had
made
one
terrible
error
.
They
had
not
gouged
out
his
eyes
.
"
I
raised
the
gun
blindly
and
pressed
the
trigger
.
Nothing
happened
.
A
click
.
I
pressed
it
again
.
And
again
,
an
empty
click
.
"
I
turned
and
looked
round
.
Wimmel
and
my
two
guards
were
standing
thirty
feet
or
so
away
,
watching
.
The
hostages
suddenly
began
to
call
.
They
thought
I
had
lost
the
wifi
to
shoot
.
I
turned
back
and
tried
once
more
.
Again
,
nothing
.
I
turned
to
the
colonel
,
and
gestured
with
the
gun
,
to
show
that
it
would
not
fire
.
I
felt
faint
in
the
heat
.
Nausea
.
Yet
unable
to
faint
.
"
He
said
,
Is
something
wrong
?
"
I
answered
,
The
gun
will
not
fire
.
"
It
is
a
Schmeisser
.
An
excellent
weapon
.
"
I
have
tried
three
times
.
"
It
will
not
fire
because
it
is
not
loaded
.
It
is
strictly
forbidden
for
the
civilian
population
to
possess
loaded
weapons
.
"
I
stared
at
him
,
then
at
the
gun
.
Still
not
understanding
.
The
hostages
were
silent
again
.
"
I
said
,
very
helplessly
,
How
can
I
kill
them
?
"
He
smiled
,
a
smile
as
thin
as
a
sabre
slash
.
Then
he
said
,
Your
imagination
has
…
two
minutes
in
which
to
act
.
"
I
understood
then
.
I
was
to
club
them
to
death
.
I
understood
many
things
.
His
real
self
,
his
real
position
.
And
from
that
came
the
realization
that
he
was
mad
,
and
that
he
was
therefore
innocent
,
as
all
mad
people
,
even
the
most
cruel
,
are
innocent
.
He
was
what
life
could
do
if
it
wanted
—
an
extreme
possibility
made
hideously
mind
and
flesh
.
Perhaps
that
was
why
he
could
impose
himself
so
strongly
,
like
a
black
divinity
.
For
there
was
something
superhuman
in
the
spell
he
cast
.
And
therefore
the
real
evil
,
the
real
monstrosity
in
the
situation
lay
in
the
other
Germans
,
those
less
than
mad
lieutenants
and
corporals
and
privates
who
stood
silently
there
watching
this
exchange
.
"
I
walked
towards
him
.
The
two
guards
thought
I
was
going
to
attack
him
because
they
sharply
raised
their
guns
.
But
he
said
something
to
them
and
stood
perfectly
still
.
I
stopped
some
six
feet
from
him
.
We
stared
at
each
other
.
"
I
beg
you
in
the
name
of
European
civilization
to
stop
this
barbarity
.
"
And
I
command
you
to
continue
this
punishment
.
"
Without
looking
down
he
said
,
You
now
have
thirty
seconds
.
Refusal
to
carry
out
this
order
will
result
in
your
own
immediate
execution
.
"
I
walked
back
over
the
dry
earth
to
that
gate
.
I
stood
in
front
of
those
two
men
.
I
was
going
to
say
to
the
one
who
seemed
capable
of
understanding
that
I
had
no
choice
,
I
must
do
this
terrible
thing
to
him
.
But
I
left
a
fatal
pause
of
a
second
to
elapse
.
Perhaps
because
I
realized
,
close
to
him
,
what
had
happened
to
his
mouth
.
It
had
been
burnt
,
not
simply
bludgeoned
or
kicked
.
I
remembered
that
man
with
the
iron
stake
,
the
electric
fire
.
They
had
broken
in
his
teeth
and
branded
his
tongue
,
burnt
his
tongue
right
down
to
the
roots
with
red
-
hot
iron
.
That
word
he
shouted
must
finally
have
driven
them
beyond
endurance
.
And
in
those
astounding
five
seconds
,
the
most
momentous
of
my
life
,
I
understood
this
guerrilla
.
I
mean
that
I
understood
far
better
than
he
did
himself
what
he
was
.
Very
simply
.
He
helped
me
.
Because
he
managed
to
stretch
his
head
towards
me
and
say
the
word
he
could
not
say
.
It
was
almost
not
a
sound
,
but
a
contortion
in
his
throat
,
a
five
-
syllabled
choking
.
But
once
again
,
one
last
time
,
it
was
unmistakably
that
word
.
And
the
word
was
in
his
eyes
,
in
his
being
,
totally
in
his
being
.
What
did
Christ
say
on
the
cross
?
Why
hast
thou
forsaken
me
?
What
this
man
said
was
something
far
less
sympathetic
,
far
less
pitiful
,
even
far
less
human
,
but
far
profounder
.
He
spoke
out
of
a
world
the
very
opposite
of
mine
.
In
mine
life
had
no
price
.
It
was
so
valuable
that
it
was
literally
priceless
.
In
his
,
only
one
thing
had
that
quality
of
pricelessness
.
It
was
eleutheria
:
freedom
.
He
was
the
immalleable
,
the
essence
,
the
beyond
reason
,
beyond
logic
,
beyond
civilization
,
beyond
history
.
He
was
not
God
,
because
there
is
no
God
we
can
know
.
But
he
was
a
proof
that
there
is
a
God
that
we
can
never
know
.
He
was
the
final
right
to
deny
.
To
be
free
to
choose
.
He
,
or
what
manifested
itself
through
him
,
even
included
the
insane
Wimmel
,
the
despicable
German
and
Austrian
troops
.
He
was
every
freedom
,
from
the
very
worst
to
the
very
best
.
The
freedom
to
desert
on
the
battlefield
of
Neuve
Chapelle
.
The
freedom
to
confront
a
primitive
God
at
Seidevarre
.
The
freedom
to
disembowel
peasant
girls
and
castrate
with
wire
cutters
.
I
mean
he
was
something
that
passed
beyond
morality
but
sprang
out
of
the
very
essence
of
things
—
that
comprehended
all
,
the
freedom
to
do
all
,
and
stood
against
only
one
thing
—
the
prohibition
not
to
do
all
.
"
All
this
takes
many
words
to
say
to
you
.
And
I
have
said
nothing
about
how
I
felt
this
immalleability
,
this
refusal
to
cohere
,
was
essentially
Greek
.
That
is
,
I
finally
assumed
my
Greekness
.
All
I
saw
I
saw
in
a
matter
of
seconds
,
perhaps
not
in
time
at
all
.
I
saw
that
I
was
the
only
person
left
in
that
square
who
had
the
freedom
left
to
choose
,
and
that
the
annunciation
and
defense
of
that
freedom
was
more
important
than
common
sense
,
self
-
preservation
,
yes
,
than
my
own
life
,
than
the
lives
of
the
eighty
hostages
.
Again
and
again
,
since
then
,
those
eighty
men
have
risen
in
the
night
and
accused
me
.
You
must
remember
that
I
was
certain
I
was
going
to
die
too
.
But
all
I
have
to
set
against
their
crucified
faces
are
those
few
transcendent
seconds
of
knowledge
.
But
knowledge
like
a
white
heat
.
My
reason
has
repeatedly
told
me
I
was
wrong
.
Yet
my
total
being
still
tells
me
I
was
right
.
"
I
stood
there
perhaps
fifteen
seconds
—
I
could
not
tell
you
,
time
means
nothing
in
such
situations
—
and
then
I
dropped
the
gun
and
stepped
beside
the
guerrilla
leader
.
I
saw
the
colonel
watching
me
,
and
I
said
,
for
him
and
so
also
for
the
remnant
of
a
man
beside
me
to
hear
,
the
one
word
that
remained
to
be
said
