Review Grateful acknowledgement is made of a Rockefeller Foundation grant in literature which facilitated work on this book. Acknowledgement is also made of indebtedness to Jan Karski's eye-witness account of conditions at Belzec in the fall of 1942. See Chapter 30 of his Story of a Secret State. What I have written, I have written. Old bronze bells hang limp in towers.
Pigeons doze amid eaves and rafters.
Mosaic saints and Madonnas gleam on limestone walls. Neither breeze nor bird song disturbs the repose of the Uniat monastery of St. Procula, high in the southern uplands of eastern Poland. A short distance down the rutted road, however, where a rocky cliff juts up out of the surrounding trees, a crowd of Ruthenian goatherds and their families are gathered in a small clearing. It is followed by a procession of hairy, bearded monks in black robes and hats with veils trailing down their backs. They carry planks and ladders, spades and tools of various sorts.