“Dear Almond Eyes! The further I travel the closer you feel. Regards to ‘The Master’, from here somewhere!” “I had a lonely picnic on the shore and thought about the thousands of murdered Jews buried underneath the beautiful white sand. Why didn’t The Master use his influence to stop this insanity?” Comments and thoughts from the author destined to his beloved, about places of horror from World War II with questions to ‘The Master’: how could all this possibly happen? And is there salvation if “He” doesn’t exist?