It is June 1942. Death says that the sky is the color of Jews. He describes the desperate souls he has to carry, those from Auschwitz and Mauthausen, a group of French Jews in a German prison that he remembers. He searches for God and for answers, but not even God will answer Death, and Death remembers his job. He cannot get behind. He tries to warm the souls as best he can; he kisses a few on their cheeks.
This chapter shows the human side of Death, how he feels sadness for the work he has to do but understands that it is his job and he must do it. This chapter also illustrates the magnitude of the Holocaust, how the killings are picking up pace. Death sees so many dead Jewish bodies that they turn into a color for him, something so large and expansive that it overwhelms the sky.