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STENCH
I know the stench of totalitarianism, too. In 1965, I was assigned to escort a prisoner to the confinement facility in Dacau. Even though the war had been over for 40 years, there was a particular stench that permiated the entire country side. If someone told me then that they didn't realize that the concentration camp was there and what was happening there, I would call them a liar.
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