Fritzch took a short break, to clear his throat.
‘And look, the punishment has worked! Rejoice, as we have found the criminal! And the one who told us who it was is among you right now... Commander Höss wants to thank him in person for his courage to tell the truth! Come on, step forward, show yourself!’
Silence fell. Thirty thousand people were twisting and staring in all directions, trying to identify the traitor. Karl lowered his bull horn, lit a cigarette, and waited, a thin smile on his lips.
When he was halfway through his cigarette, he started to get pissed:
‘Come forward, man, do you want me to name you, damn it?!’
Joachim, the little guy, the baker, showed up from the right side of the crowd. He had taken off his hat and he was twisting it in his hands, timidly. He was walkin
