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Packs of dogs wandered about sniffing the dead in the frightened
cowed way dogs have when they are seeking their masters; they seemed full of respect and pity; they moved
about those poor, dead bodies with delicacy, as if they feared to step on those bloody faces and those rigid hands.
Squads of Jews, watched over by policemen and soldiers armed with tommy-guns, were at work moving the bodies
to one side, clearing the middle of the road and piling up the corpses along the walls so they would not block traffic.
German and Romanian trucks loaded with corpses kept going by. A dead child was sitting up on the sidewalk near the
lustrageria with his back against the wall and his head drooped on one shoulder.
ÐÐ Curzio Malaparte, Kaputt, 1944, in which he describes the arrival of the Jassy Death Train, quoted by Mark Mazower in HitlerÕs Empire: How the Nazis Ruled Europe,
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