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6. identical, with but one difference. The painting on the right had people. The painting on the left - no people.

   And then it struck me with full vigor.  With the two paintings, the artist was showing you first the town when the Nazis first came in, then the town after they had finished their "business."  In its simplicity, like a sledgehammer.
    As I stood there, the comprehension sinking in, I heard a sobbing behind me.  I turned around.  It was Mr. Light.  "That was my village, in Poland," he said ... and I could begin to feel goose pimples. . . "I was 9 years old when they came.  That's the main street.   They wrote a law:  Jews were not permitted to walk on that street.  To do so was punishable by death.  The overpass