Here I am, where I ought to be. A writer must have a place where he or she feels this, a place to love and be irritated with.
How is it that, once victory took form and the horrible spectacle of the extermination camps was revealed, we could have shamelessly broken the promises given to the peoples in those years of ordeal?
Be not angry that you cannot make others as you wish them to be, since you cannot make yourself as you wish to be.