But Peter began to talk about himself. He said he thought it was his responsibility to take the position when it was offered but now he felt like an interloper. Some hated him, some tried to suck up to him and others tried to curry favor with him by informing on their colleagues. Yet he had neither the inclination nor the desire to play the judge. We all lived in this country. Given the conditions that existed here, every one of us came out of it scarred in some way. And who can establish a borderline between guilt and innocence, when that borderline runs somewhere right down the middle of each and every person? People overthrew the old regimen in the hope that they would finally see justice done. There would have to be an attempt at some kind of judgement. "Someone can probably be found who can establish that borderline," Peter said, "but it won't be me. The job will probably be done by someone who will use it to cover up his own guilt".
What was justice?
Justice was revenge wrapping itself in a cloak of high principle.
