Through the eyes of Saint Maria Skobtsova (1945) by Sofia Kioroglou
“Life is like the chimneys of the crematoria. You think they incessantly belch out smoke. But when the smoke plumes start rising slightly above, they turn into bright clouds and scatter into the vast horizon. Before our souls are separated from this vain world, they follow the same eerie flight towards eternity. That dark path through suffering, before the soul is bathed in Holy light. “
This is what prisoner number 19 263 said in a crematorium in Ravensburg with eyes that dripped pus and flesh bitten by lice … Lost in the gas chambers by the Nazis, Maria Skobtsova waves hello from above, indicating virtue in modern times … irradiating peace through the holocaust.