... The Hitler File A Novel of Fact By Sam Vaknin Draft For your consideration © 2006-200... ... The Hitler File A Novel of Fact By Sam Vaknin Draft For your consideration © 2006-2007 Al... ...“I don’t understand” – I said and his head jerked up, his face a hostile mask. I forced myself to proceed: “Yesterday you told me that Russia w... ...Precisely!” – he bellowed triumphantly – “The Jews betrayed their own! This is what forced us to adopt desperate measures in the East! The Jews them... ...gave him the documents.” “That’s better” – sighs Himmler – “I hate it when people force us to behave in manifestly un-Germanic and uncivilized way... ...ver heard my name uttered so many times in one day and in so many different ways. I lifted my eyes and met a pair of insectoid sunglasses, perched u... ...d. “I answered that already!” – I protested feebly and waited for the red fog to lift. “Are you Israel Sarid Roth?” “I am.” – I confirmed fo... ... a looker?” “I may be in love with her” – I responded tentatively. Dan didn’t lift a brow. “I guessed as much.” – he said – “When you told h...

... The Suffering of Being Kafka 1 st EDITION Sam Vaknin Editing and Design: Lidija Rangelo... ... The Suffering of Being Kafka Short Fiction A Beheaded Cart by Sam Vaknin Read the Hebrew original. (In Hebrew... ...ld say, secure in the knowledge that he would always be there, erect and gracious. Like two forces of nature, my grandpa and the concrete post – old... ...uck and, with assorted other junk, incinerated. Return Language of Black and Red by Sam Vaknin Eli and I sit on ladder-backs next to... ...gainst the weary staff. As autumn night is pierced by moonlight, the practiced smiles are lifted, wiped is the feigned civility of all involved. Pl... ...ked reserve and falters towards his table. I bide the time to his return, eyes glazed, lips forced into a tortuous smile. "It's over" – he mumbles ... ... points with myself: is mass slaughter ample reason for being tardy or merely an excuse? No force is more majeure that prison guards. I smile at tha... ...e a senescent smile and nods in frailty. He grasps it all, too much. Shortly, I may have to lift him in my arms and set him on the couch. We are not... ... and receding bus. My aunt, contemplating the waning transport, grabbed my sweaty palm and lifted the rustling shopping bags. A whiskered driver of...