I am not trying to write a ghost story but, whilst I tip my hat in tribute to the doubting mists of time, I personally, like many others, have experienced the unexplained which might be interpreted as supernatural; that sighting of a spectre or the thwarted drift of death after calamity. Such happenings evoke the onset of a probing process which pollutes one’s thoughts for evermore - the birth of a maverick mind - a riotous rebel to reason which questions the blind acceptance

The truth about Karl Wulf and Brenda King’s mutual and requited love for each other was not as described by Wolfgang above, although elements of it are true. Put more simply it is an appreciation of Karl’s sting of philanthropic valour and the comfort brought by Brenda’s compassionate bravery that formed an overall, symbiotically enveloping cocoon of their empathetic natures. After Karl had witnessed the gas-chamber executions of men, women and children at the Sobibor death-c