Comment by Guustaaf

A man is sitting at a small table in a tiny room the size of a closet. He is holding a dark blue color pencil. He is drawing a swastika, the Nazi symbol. The year is 1942. A few months earlier a friend had visited him showing him photos of Jewish men and women the Nazis had killed. It worked. He was in. Despite knowing all too well what would happen to him, his wife and his daughter if the Germans found out.