If I die now, and my heart is rotten enough for that, I’ll get a fine wake. Everyone here knows me, greets me in the street and at home, expresses pleasure at our return. What percentage of that is warmth and what calculation? I shall always be suspicious now.

Victor Klemperer, diary, 26th July 1945.


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