About that time, altogether for no definite reason, I took it into my head to cripple my life, but only in as disgusting a way as possible.
In the horror of 1944 Auschwitz, a prisoner forced to burn the corpses of his own people finds moral survival trying to save from the flames the body of a boy he takes for his son, seeking to give him a proper jewish burial.
Normandy, 1905. The picnic is finished. A group of middle-class people in their Sunday best, get ready to go home. There is one last photo to be taken, but somebody is missing
