A dying man asks for pity for the crimes he committed against the Jewish people. However the person he asked was Jewish and related to many of those who died. So here's the problem: a man responsible for hundreds of deaths felt a need to confess his sins "I cannot die... without coming clean. This must be my confession. But what sort of confession is this? A letter without an answer..." Simon, however, was unable, to offer the requested help. "I stood up and look in his direction, at his folded hands. Between them there seemed to rested a sunflower. At last I made up my mind and without a word I left the room".
Two men brought together by faith and separated by hatred were unable or unwilling to find enough pity in their hearts to extend forgiveness.
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