O?evidno je da ne postoji nikakav smisao povijesti koji bi se dao spasiti le?ima okrenutim prema Auschwitzu niti postoji Bog kojemu se?ovjek može klanjati le?a okrenutih prema Auschwitzu. Kao teološko-politi?ka katastrofa Auschwitz ne ostavlja pošte?enima niti krš?anstvo i njegovu teologiju niti društvo i njegovu politiku.
Towards the end of the Second World War, when I was sixteen years old, I was taken out of school and forced into the army. After a brief period of training at a base in Wüzburg, I arrived at the front, which by that time had already crossed the Rhine into Germany. There were well over a hundred in my company, all of whom were very young. One evening the company commander sent me with a message to battalion headquarters. I wandered all night long through destroyed, burning villages and farms, and when in the morning I returned to my company I found only the dead, nothing but dead, overrun by a combined bomber and tank assault. I could see only dead and empty faces, where the day before I had shared childhood fears and youthful laughter. I remember nothing but a wordless cry. Thus I see myself to this very day, and behind this memory all my childhood dreams crumble away.