{"id":254504,"date":"2026-07-13T03:35:29","date_gmt":"2026-07-13T00:35:29","guid":{"rendered":"https:\/\/1kitap1.com\/en\/block-11-piero-degli-antoni\/"},"modified":"2026-07-13T03:35:29","modified_gmt":"2026-07-13T00:35:29","slug":"block-11-piero-degli-antoni","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/1kitap1.com\/en\/block-11-piero-degli-antoni\/","title":{"rendered":"Block 11 – Piero Degli Antoni"},"content":{"rendered":"
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Paul fixed his jacket, heaving an indignant sigh. \u201cI had trouble here, too. I never got used to it. I didn\u2019t like the way the commander ran the camp. Stealing and being forced to steal. For himself and his men. You all know much better than I. It isn\u2019t befitting of a German officer.<\/p>\n

It\u2019s contemptible. He steals goods that are meant for the German people. With the help of a few friends, I managed to send word of his dealings to Berlin. Breitner found out and has not forgiven me. He couldn\u2019t extradite me, given my father\u2019s rank, so he decided to wait until an appropriate opportunity arose.\u201d \u201cWell, I\u2019d say given the situation, our dilemma has been resolved,\u201d Otto declared. \u201cWe have here an SS officer among us. There\u2019s no need for further discussion.<\/p>\n

Call the Oberscharf\u00fchrer.\u201d \u201cIn a bit of a rush to leave here, aren\u2019t you?\u201d Paul asked wryly. \u201cYou would even have let a woman face execution just to leave this barrack. Spineless, cowardly Communists.\u201d \u201cAll right, slow down,\u201d Moshe interjected. \u201cIt was Alexey\u2019s idea to choose Myriam. I assure you that no one here would have allowed it. We\u2019re not animals. You may indulge yourself with that thought and try as you may, but you have not yet reduced us to that state.\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cGood then, we\u2019ve agreed?\u201d Otto carried on. \u201cWe\u2019ll name Paul; he seems the obvious choice.\u201d Without another word, he headed in the direction of the door. \u201cGo ahead. Call the commander and tell him that you\u2019ve decided to have me executed.\u201d Hauser smiled. \u201cPrecisely,\u201d Otto replied as he reached for the door. \u201cWait a minute,\u201d Berkovitz said. \u201cJust wait a minute.\u201d \u201cWhat is it?\u201d Otto said, agitated by the interruption. \u201cLet\u2019s just think about this a moment,\u201d said the ex-financier.<\/p>\n

\u201cWe need to weigh out each of the particulars. Take a look at him.\u201d He pointed at Paul. \u201cWhat do you mean?\u201d \u201cTake a good look. He\u2019s wearing a jacket, made of soft, thick leather. Have any of you ever come across something like this inside the camp? Moshe, you would know. Have you seen one like this?\u201d<\/p>\n

Moshe shook his head. \u201cEven I don\u2019t think I could manage to score something of the sort, and if I did, I certainly couldn\u2019t go around wearing it. The SS would annihilate me.\u201d \u201cExactly. What else?<\/p>\n

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Wake up, my darling.\u201d The old man sleeping next to her opened his eyes with great effort. \u201cMmm \u2026 what is it, libling?\u201d \u201cIt\u2019s time to get up. Today is the day, have you forgotten? Come on, I\u2019ll get breakfast ready.\u201d The woman thrust the sheets aside with a force that allowed her feet to slide down toward the floor. With her soles planted firmly on the ground, she steadied her body, her weight on her elbow, bracing herself for the next step. She was old and tired, and the maneuvering required simply to stand up grew more exhausting with each passing day.<\/p>\n

For a moment, she stayed very still, allowing both the dizziness to pass and her heart rate to steady again. Behind her, still motionless, lay her husband, his eyes wide open. He too waited, in hopes that he would be seized by enough energy to get out of bed.<\/p>\n

She counted silently. \u201cOne \u2026 two \u2026 three.\u201d By the time she reached ten, she told herself, she would be on her feet. She found herself filled with an inexplicable sense of relief. For a moment she marveled at the unanticipated sensation. And then it suddenly made sense: there was hardly a need to rush; she could give herself all the time in the world she needed to get out of bed; it was assuredly a luxury that had not been afforded to her earlier in her life.<\/p>\n

\u201cTen.\u201d With one deep breath she pulled herself up. She felt dizzy, but she would need only a few seconds before taking her first steps of the day. In just three or four small strides, she would reach the windowsill. Just beyond those glass panes she\u2019d find the streets of Brooklyn, saturated in the gray light of dawn.<\/p>\n

The view wasn\u2019t terribly magnificent\u2014 just little two-story houses, a corner tobacco shop, and a school in the distance.<\/p>\n<\/blockquote>\n

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