Two suffered moderate wounds, while the other two were lightly wounded; Jewish assailant arrested.10:23 09.10.15 | 0 comments
It's often in suffering rather than in fighting that I perceive heroism. When holocaust survivors tell their stories, I sometimes feel small. A friend had to bury his father and brother in the same year. But he came to play cards with us the day after his brother's death, saying that he needed some distraction. In the evening, I asked when the burial would be, but I regretted my answer because I had hardly known his brother. He said: "Tuesday, if anybody wants to come?" I feared a wrong answer could reveal my sympathy which might not be helpful among buddies (I thought sympathy could even add to his demolition) and with a calm and dark voice I heard myself saying: "Well, if it was You who'd be burried I would go there of course." His wife put an arm around him saying "Please not!" Fortunately, he found some of that combative spirit and gave me the answer I deserved: "No, I'm not planning to die before you!" I silently thanked God. The evening went on and he even laughed when leaving.