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A year ago, when the filthy tide washed back, it was hard to tell what was left of Europe. Would the detritus of Nazi conquest bury a civilization, leaving its survivors in a confused struggle among the ruins? A year later it was still too soon to know. Many glimpses of Europe yielded gloomy answers. But for a scene full of hope that Europe was in truth rising again, the world could turn to Vught, in southern Holland, on May 3, 1946.
The sun shone so brightly on the lake, the pines...
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