The Day Before the Dawn of the Holocaust: A Short Story

1938, alone in the city of light. He had nowhere to go – from time perspective we could say, that his situation was illustrating the tough position of the whole nation.
...dipping the nib in the inkwell he wrote in Hebrew. 
“I couldn’t do otherwise. My heart bleeds when I think of our tragedy and that of the twelve-thousand Jews. I must protest in a way that the whole world hears, and this I intend to do. I beg your forgiveness, Herman.” 
That note was directed to his uncle. He hid that piece of paper in his wallet. He checked out from the hotel and walked to the nearby gunsmith...