Chapters (25)
- Cover
- Unfinished Business
- Affectionate thanks
- Malrich’s Diary - October 1996
- Malrich’s Diary - November 1996
- Rachel’s Diary - Tuesday, 22 September 1994
- Malrich’s Diary - Wednesday, 9 October 1996
- Rachel’s Diary - March 1995
- Rachel’s Diary - April 1995
- Malrich’s Diary - 31 October 1996
- Malrich’s Diary - Saturday, 2 November 1996
- Malrich’s Diary - December 1996
- Rachel’s Diary - June–July 1995
- Rachel’s Diary - 16 August 1995
- Malrich’s Diary - 15 December 1996
- Malrich’s Diary - 16 December 1996
- Rachel’s Diary - Istanbul, 9 March 1996
- Rachel’s Trip to Cairo - 10–13 April 1996
- Malrich’s Diary - January 1997
- Malrich’s Diary - February 1997
- Rachel’s Diary - February 1996, Auschwitz
- Malrich’s Diary - February 1997
- Rachel’s Diary - 24 April 1996
- A Note on the Author
- A Note on the Translator
Momo, who’s always been too curious for his own good, gave me this weird look. ‘Your father was German, wasn’t he . . . was he a Nazi?’ I said, ‘Don’t be so fucking stupid, he emigrated to Algeria, he was fighting with the maquis for your country’s independence . . . and he died a martyr.’
It was midnight by the time they left. I could tell just by looking at them that this whole conversation had scared them, they didn’t say anything, they were shuffling along, not looking at each other. They pulled their jackets tight around them and disappeared into the freezing shadows. I felt sorry for them, they looked like prisoners dragged back to camp after a botched escape attempt. Tonight, they would come to know the nightmare that has haunted me since Rachel’s death. In a couple of months I’ve aged a hundred years. I wouldn’t wish on them what the camp prisoners had to live through every moment of their short, endless lives. I wouldn’t wish it on anyone except the imam from Block 17 and his emir.
Malrich’s Diary - Saturday, 2 November 1996
Malrich’s Diary
Saturday, 2 November 1996