" It all started with a package placed on Borglund's doorstep at two o'clock in the morning.
But, no, really, it started before that, when tilting his head over the picket fence, the smell of gin strong on his breath, he told me about his father, how he had collaborated with the Nazis back in Holland. I was speechless, but I must have had a telling look on my face because he stood back a step and, with watery eyes, said, "What else could he have done? He had a family, seven children to support." His father had been a railroad employee, had helped the SS route trains to the death camps. To Borglund, he was like any other man trapped in a job he didn't really like. But it was different -- those trains were full of my people, my ancestors."
--From the story "The Nazi Next Door," included in the book PETTY OFFENSES AND CRIMES OF THE HEART "

― Mitchell Waldman , Petty Offenses and Crimes of the Heart