[ WP ] A veteran Holocaust Jewish survivor meets a man in the elevator . As they strike a conversation , he slowly realizes the man was his brutal Nazi prison warden .

`` So, what's you're name?'' 
 
 `` Evan Brandenburg. What about you young man?'' 
 
 `` Aaron Oldenburg. Are you German by any chance?'' 
 
 `` Once. Once upon time.'' 
 
 `` When did you leave?'' 
 
 `` After the war. Slipped out into Italy, took a boat to Tunis, waited a few years there. Started walking east. Here I am, want to get to Antioch but I think I'm satisfied with the city on the hill. For the moment.'' 
 
 `` What did you do in the war? Did you serve?'' 
 
 `` Yes.'' 
 
 `` Where?'' 
 
 `` Guard, little town in the east of the Czechoslovakia.'' 
 
 `` When?'' 
 
 `` Long time no see 932712. I think you know when.'' 
 
 `` Give me one reason I do n't have you arrested and sent back to Germany you monster. Better yet hand you over to the IDF and see what they do to you.'' 
 
 `` I do n't have one. But tell me something, what would you do in my shoes?'' 
 
 `` Pardon?'' 
 
 `` What do you do, when you're broke, when you're alone in the world with nothing to you but you're blood and skin? I will not ask for forgiveness, especially when it is not due. But I must ask that you understand, what it was and where I came from.'' 
 
 `` I was young when the great war ended, I lost two generations of my for-fathers, one to pneumonia, another to gas. I grew up barley able to believe in anything. Hungry, alone. Then came that wave of fury, that the fatherland was in need of aid. What a crock. Then, then came the night of broken glass, I was drafted, and then it came to the point where I had nothing but a want to survive. That's where you found me 932712. Holding a gun to your head, shuffling you into a pit that no one came out of.'' 
 
 `` Why?'' 
 
 `` Because I was told to, by a man, who was told by a man, by a commandant, by a hand of the glorious fuehrer to do it. None of us important enough to make a decision for ourselves.'' 
 
 `` Are you even sorry?!'' 
 
 `` Does my sorrow bring back the dead? Return lost limbs and rebuild homes? Does it heal the soul? No. I am sorry, for you, for myself, for everyone else, for everything I helped destroy. But it does nothing, and it's worth nothing, and I have had nothing to do but think to myself for a long time on it.'' 
 
 `` One- One last question. Why did you not shoot?'' 
 
 `` I do n't know.'' 
 
 `` Have a good day Aaron.'' 

