holocaust

As evocative shadows danced on the crumbling walls, Oskar Schindler found himself in his decrepit factory, an eerie reminder of a past marred by the brutality of war. He had become a wealthy man, but wealth neither eased his conscience nor filled the gaping hole of guilt in him. He had thrived in an industry fueled by the insatiable demands of a war that choked humanity.

Sophie was alone in a grimy, dilapidated room in Brooklyn, trying to move past the guilt and pain. Her past, especially during the Holocaust, resided in her memory like a persistent wound. Her eyes, once bright and full of life, now carried an eternal sadness. The only solace in her life was the presence of a young writer, Stingo. Stingo, who was oblivious to the torment Sophie was going through, was smitten by her beauty and lively spirit.