บท 421: Witness

In the silence, Bastian chose a picture from the stack and showed it to Ye Qingxuan. The picture showed a barren village. Haphazardly piled stones and rotten wood managed to form things like homes on the cracked earth. Sallow-faced farmers clad in rags smoked some type of curled plants and showed their toothless gums.

"Ye Qingxuan, do you remember where this is?"

"Oz," Ye Qingxuan answered. "It's the village closest to Auschwitz and the last supply stop before entering Auschwitz. I was there before. I remember it. Sam…before he died, he had wanted to dig a well for them. He even wanted to borrow money from me."

"Did you agree?" Bastian asked.

Ye Qingxuan nodded.