I found the following story beyond painful, in a realm by itself where no adjectives can do the subject matter justice. Just to give you a foretaste, and a warning:
And yet even here in what seems the most horrifying darkness, there's still lightthe courage and sheer luminous integrity of Father Desbois. Given the almost unbearable concentrated evil that human beings seem to be capable of, people such as him need to be celebrated and honored.
Desbois' witnesses are mostly Orthodox Christian, and he comes to them as a priest, dressed in black and wearing a clerical collar, taking in their pain and trying to ease their suffering. Many have never before talked about their experiences.
In the village of Ternivka, some 200 miles south of Kiev where 2,300 Jews were killed, a frail, elderly woman, who identified herself only as Petrivna, revealed the unbearable task the Nazis imposed on her.
The young schoolgirl saw her Jewish neighbors thrown into a large pit, many still alive and convulsing in agony. Her task was to trample on them barefoot to make space for more. One of those she had to tread on was a classmate.
"You know, we were very poor, we didn't have shoes," Petrivna told Desbois in a single breath, her body twitching in pain, Desbois writes in his book. "You see, it is not easy to walk on bodies."
And yet even here in what seems the most horrifying darkness, there's still lightthe courage and sheer luminous integrity of Father Desbois. Given the almost unbearable concentrated evil that human beings seem to be capable of, people such as him need to be celebrated and honored.