There is an audience for autobiographies of famous people, curious to learn the motives for their actions and often interested in their personal lives. Politicians disclose the background of events; generals and admirals explain their battles; writers, explorers, actors and actresses want to satisfy the curiosity of their admirers. . . I don't belong to any of the above categories. I am an unknown man, a speck of dust in the universe, whose only ambition was to live a quiet, normal life among my friends and relatives. I represent ordinary people like myself, with one difference: nearly all of them perished. They were murdered. For historians they are merely numbers, not persons. I still see them as if they were alive.

--Desider Furst