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.