#auschwitz
Poetry
If we indeed have souls
by Zsuzsa Takács
In this poem by Hungarian Zsuzsa Takács, translated by poet George Szirtes, Eastern European trauma transforms into the spectacle of disaster tourism.
Fiction
[1945]
by László Szilasi
In Hungarian writer László Szilasi’s excerpt, Doctor Tardits returns to the village from Auschwitz, but what remains of his life there? Or who has occupied it since?
