La casa herida

The Germany of this book is not that of the swastika, the grandiose torchlight parades, and the endless lines of outstretched arms. It is the Germany of Eichkamp, the small Berlin suburb where the author's parents lived a civic and apolitical life: they believed in God and the Law, they respected the "good Jews", they were the sensible and hardworking inheritors of the secular Austro-Hungarian values. The story of how step by step they were seduced by Hitler's messianic vision and, intoxicated by the promises of National Socialism, they gave themselves comfortably to their delirium, forms an even more chilling drama for its lack of violence, all the more reprehensible for its total absence. of conscious evil.