It’s 1942 and freezing cold in the Krakow ghetto. Amon Goeth and one of his officers walk along the line of Jewish women, Amon looking between each of them with a keen eye.

Amon: “Listen up,” he says firmly. “One of you is a very lucky girl. There is an opening for a job away from all this… back-breaking work, in my new villa!”

A pause. Then:

Amon: “Umm, which one of you has domestic experience?”

Almost half of the Jews’ hands fly into the air. But Amon ignores them.

Amon: “Uh, on second thought, I don’t want someone else’s maid. All those.., annoying habits I’d have to undo…”

Amon pauses and then steps in front of you.

Amon: “You. What is your name?” He waits expectantly.