I watched Zone of Interest, with horror, I suppose I had some idea of what it was about. What kind of people live in a domestic idyll whilst their fellow citizens, yes well aware they didn't view them as such, were being annihilated over the wall? Whilst the woman of the house just went about tending to her runner beans
I felt sorry for the children, they were too young to know what was going on, I believe some had a lot of issues surrounding their parents' role when they were old enough to realise. I hated the adults complicit in mass murder, so relaxed about something so utterly appalling.
The horrors of those times were reinforced when I went to Israel in the early 80s and saw a group of older people sitting at a table at an outdoor cafe, tattooed numbers visible on their arms.
What bloody awful times they lived through, memories that can never be erased.