Prologue

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There is a vampire in my lair who haunts me

He surrounds my faltering soul with his cold arms

And he whispers in my ears

Words that taste like honey


There is a vampire in my lair who haunts me

Who terrifies me with his cold heart

And by its fangs that fill my nights with fear

Remembering that I'm alive


There is a vampire in my lair who haunts me

Who turn my weaknesses into arrows

And he shoot into my soul filled with sadness

Laughing at my endless suffering


There is a vampire in my lair who haunts me

Who makes my days endless darkness

And who feeds on my sorrows

When all I have hope for is eternal sleep


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"It is easy enough to be friendly to one's friends. But to befriend the one who regards himself as your enemy is the quintessence of true religion." - Mahatma Gandhi





In order to be as close as possible to the History of the camps, I mainly referred to the writings of the journalist Christian Bernadac.

Below, the books containing the numerous testimonies of camp survivors which were collected by Christian Bernadac and which helped me in the writing of Between Two Oceans, the sequel to Between Two Worlds:

Les Médecins maudits - Les Médecins de l'impossible - Les Sorciers du ciel - Le Train de la mort - Les Mannequins nus - Le Camp des femmes - Kommandos de femmes - Les 186 Marches - Le Neuvième Cercle - Des jours sans fin 

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