Thomas Jenks

This POV seems quite obvious, tucked in a cozy environment, clouded by the ashes of the recently deceased over the wall sprinkling down on the incessant screams and occasional gun shots of the heinous world of a concentration camp. Why wouldn’t a family create an idyllic existence with beautiful gardens sprouting beautiful flowers surrounding a perfect home for the butcher of Auschwitz as his normal existence defiantly coexists with the deaths from each gun shot and plumes of smoke and ash. But actually seeing the obvious is quite unsettling.