sergebroom | "the red magician"

I finished reading Lisa Goldstein's The Red Magician last night, a novel about the Holocaust, and surviving and feeling guilty for having survived when others did not.

They left the camp quickly, without looking back, and began to walk along the road to the train station. The road was hot and dusty and they rested often. Occasionally they passed soldiers on leave or refugees traveling in groups carrying all their possessions between them. No one stopped to look at them, the tall man in the long black coat and the pale young woman in the new town-bought dress and shoes.

Kicsi thought that none of this could be real - not the people, or the well-kept houses, or the trees and shrubs flowering by the roadside. Sometimes when she passed a soldier, she marveled that there could be anyone so healthy left in the world.

I've been wondering… Have the younger generations ever seen films of what happened in concentration camps?