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Is this literature or history? I don’t know.

A man unable to follow any longer. The dog lunges at his backside. The man does not stop. He continues walking, followed by the dog walking on its hind legs, its muzzle at the man’s rear end. The man is walking. He has not uttered a sound. Blood stains his trousers’ stripes. It seeps from inside, a stain spreading as though upon a blotter. The man goes on walking with the dog’s fangs in his flesh.

Try to look. Just try and see.[1]

[1] Charlotte Delbo, Rosette C. Lamont (trans.), Auschwitz and After (1965; London, 1995), 85.