Tactile Imagery:
"I was standing at my window, my forehead against the cold glass."
Visual Imagery:
"I saw Lotte's corpse thrown into a hastily dug mass grave: her glasses gone, her eyes half-open, a sad smile on her lips. I saw the frozen earth thrown onto her. That was Lotte. I cannot help but want to tell her story, for I might be the only one left in the world who knows it."
All But My Life