The Silence of GOD: A true account

Today I am a lonely old man, without family, without friends, without a roof over my head. I talk to myself, I am afraid of everything. I am overcome with fear when I have to meet new people. I fear that what I have seen is marked on my face. When mirroring myself in a stream or pool of water, the appearance of my face is disfigured. Do I look like a human being? No, a hundred times no. Bearded, disheveled, sloppy, broken... I who witnessed the annihilation of three generations must live for the future. Let the world take cognizance of the German crimes and barbarism that the generations to come may know and remember...