It's World War II. You're Jewish. You know you're going to be executed. You wait your turn, standing, your heart pounding, surrounded by shouts and fear. Then your moment comes

A German sergeant shoves you roughly forward. In a desperate reflex, you grab some dirt and throw it in his face, blinding him for a moment. You start to run. You flee without looking back, your breath burning in your chest. But you hear them. They're chasing you. And behind them, the sergeant—mad with rage

"Come here!"