The Jewish Census (Judenzählung)
Arnold Zweig
1916
At midnight a soft hand touched me: “Get up.” I stepped outside the silent sleeping barracks and saw: Azrael, the angel who reigns over the dead rushed down from the night firmament, all revenge-winged fury, blew into the shofar, and screamed: “To the census, you dead Jews of the German army!”
In no time the field was swarming with quiet shapes…
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