Book Description | In 1938 I was in a camp for Jews in Romania, in 1940 in a camp for Romanians in Hungary, in 1941 in a camp for Hungarians in Germany, and from there to an American camp in 1945. Then I was released the day before yesterday from Camp Dasho. I spent thirteen years between the camps.
I only tasted freedom for eighteen hours, and then he took me here.” This is how Johan Moritz summarizes the story of a life he spent in captivity, chased by identity, escaping the captivity of one country to fall into the shackles of another country, his name being suspected wherever he went, sentenced to life imprisonment at the “twenty-fifth hour,” the hour after which nothing would be of any use, the hour Foretold by Virgil Giorgio, and confirmed by all subsequent facts |