It destroyed also the men who made them, and it drove the women and children into concentration camps.

When first I visited Louvain it was a brisk, clean, prosperous city.

The streets were spotless, the shop-windows and cafes were modern, rich-looking, inviting, and her great churches and Hotel de Ville gave to the city grace and dignity.

Ten days later, when I again saw it, Louvain was in darkness, lit only by burning buildings.

Rows and rows of streets were lined with black, empty walls.