ABSTRACT
In the ghetto we have many tuberculosis patients whose life expectancy is numbered in days, or maybe in weeks. I don’t know – maybe this is a devilish plan, maybe not – but I can’t hold it back: ‘Give me those sick people, and in their place we can save healthy ones’ . . . Each evil decree forces us to weigh and measure: who should, can and may be saved? And common sense dictates that the ones to be saved must be those . . . who have a chance of being rescued, not those who cannot be saved in any case.
