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My mother was a child in Leipzig at the time of the Dresden bombings. She remembers seeing groups of refugees from the bombed-out city. Among them were women who were ashen and mute. The others explained that their babies had caught fire in the bombings and, faced with the most appalling of choices, the mothers had thrown them into the river.
Try making sense of that. Vonnegut probably did as good a job as is humanly possible.
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