In January 1941 the fate of Europe and the world seemed to be sealed. Only the deluded could still think that Germany would not win; the stolid English "had not noticed that they had lost the game," and obstinately resisted under the bombings; but they were alone and suffered bloody losses on all fronts. Only a voluntarily deaf and blind man could have nay doubts about the fate reserved for the Jews in a German Europe; we had read Feuchtwanger's Oppermanns smuggled secretly in from France, and a British White Book, which arrived from Palestine and described the "Nazi atrocities"; we had only believed half of it, but that was enough. Many refugees from Poland and France reached Italy, and we had talked with them: they did not know the details of the slaughters that were taking place behind a monstrous curtain of silence, but each of them was a messenger, like those who run to Job to tell him, "I alone have escaped to tell you the story."
-Primo Levi, The Periodic Table
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