[email protected] After all, my
fuel resources are limited.”
Czurda asked if Herr Schindler expected the SD to take him home.
Oskar shrugged. He did live on the far side of the city, he said. It was a long way to walk.
Czurda laughed. “Oskar, I’ll have one of
my own drivers take you back.”
But when the limousine was ready, engine running, at the bottom of the main steps, and Schindler,