It's hard to believe, or perhaps it's not believed because it happens so rarely, and we only call things true if they happen more than once, but sometimes there's integrity even in evil. Take, for instance, a Nazi soldier escorting Jews to Auschwitz, who is called to the hospital to see his mother on her deathbed. For reasons that only death, or the idea of it, reveals, his mother confesses that his last name is not Schicklgruber, but Goldberg. Furthermore, it was him who had sent his own father to Auschwitz. The soldier listens to his mother until the end, then leaves the hospital, unaware that she would die an hour later, and heads to the nearest station. There, with some cunning, he swaps uniforms with another unfortunate Jew, whose temporary joy would be rewarded with an even more dreadful death shortly after, and boards the next train to spend his final moments among the newly found brothers and sisters.