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Counting corpses with the cool dedication of a trained bookkeeper, he went home each night to the loving embrace of his own family. An affectionate husband who kissed his wife morning and night, and tucked his children into bed.

Watching millions of innocent human beings dissolve in the gas chambers, burning in the crematoriums, and their teeth melting into gold bars, Hoess wrote poetry about the beauty of Auschwitz.

And when he had an affair with an Auschwitz prisoner, he extricated himself by sending her to the gas chamber ..
http://www.auschwitz.dk/hoess.htm