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Yes, son?
Is this the train ride you promised?
Yes. Yes, it is.
I thought there were seats.
Well, all of the seats are filled.
Is that why everyone here is standing?
I heard some people saying "Oswiecim".
I heard them too, son.
Is that where we're going?
No. Oswiecim no longer exists.
What do you mean?
They renamed it, remember? The soldiers.
But it's still there, isn't it?
It's all in the name.
The name?
Oswiecim is beautiful, and you think of that when you hear it.
And now we don't?
Now we don't. After all . . .
Auschwitz doesn't sound half so beautiful.

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