“But two days after my operation, rumors swept through the camp that the battlefront had suddenly drawn nearer. The Red Army was racing toward Buna: it was only a matter of hours.
We were quite used to this kind of rumor. It wasn’t the first time that false prophets announced to us: peace-in-the-world, the-Red-Cross-negotiating-our-liberation, or other fables… And often we would believe them… It was like an injection of morphine.
Only this time, these prophecies seemed more founded. During the last nights we had heard the cannons in the distance.
My faceless neighbor spoke up:
‘Don’t be deluded. Hitler has made it clear that he will annihilate all Jews before the clock strikes twelve.’
‘What do you care what he said? Would you want us to consider him a prophet?’
His cold eyes stared at me. At last, he said wearily:
‘I have more faith in Hitler than in anyone else. He alone has kept his promises, all his promises, to the Jewish people.’” — Elie Wiesel, Night