I thought long whether he should do a post on the tragedy of the Holocaust and the extermination camps in general. I find it easy to fall into rhetoric when dealing with certain issues that define sensitive is an understatement. I know I've been spending a lot of words (though never enough) on the subject, more or less authoritative sources. I feel the need to read something about the gulag, because those do not talk mai.Vittime series b? I think not. I wish that January 27 was the day of remembrance of all victims of all camps.
The entrance to camp was a shock of surprise that he was carrying. The world in which we felt was rushed so terrible, but also indecipherable: it was not subject to any model, but also around the enemy was within, we lose its borders, the contenders were not two, but a border was indistinguishable and many confused, perhaps innumerable, each and every one of .[...]. This sudden revelation, which manifested itself in the early hours of captivity, often under the immediate form of concentric aggression by those in which sees the future to find allies, it was so hard to bring down immediately the ability to resist .
The Drowned and the Saved (Primo Levi)
Wednesday evening La7 finally brought something different than usual though respectable cloth similcelebrativo. An interesting point, dedicated to a special "clean" about Nazi disabled.
Too often we forget that they too ended up in hell that we know a lot but never enough. This post falls into the category 150mente because many of the deportees were Italian. Many of them have died, others survived and have left us testimony that weigh like boulders. They took a lifetime of terrible memories that we can not imagine. Their burden was to survive each day to review the same scenes, to feel the same noises and smell the same smells. There are those who do not have it done to live up to the natural end of life, as Primo Levi, who I consider a great Italian.
year has gone by quickly. Last year at this time I was a free man: outlawed but free, I had a name and a family, I had a restless and eager mind and body healthy and agile. I thought of many distant things to my work at the end of the war, good and evil, the nature of things and the laws that govern human action, and also the mountains, singing, love, music, poetry. I had a huge, entrenched, foolish faith in the benevolence of fate, and kill e morire mi parevano cose estranee e letterarie. I miei giorni erano lieti e tristi, ma tutti li rimpiangevo, tutti erano densi e positivi; l'avvenire mi stava davanti come una grande ricchezza. Della mia vita di allora non mi resta oggi che quanto basta per soffrire la fame e il freddo; non sono più abbastanza vivo per sapermi sopprimere.
Se Questo è un Uomo (Primo Levi) A lui ed a tutti gli italiani perseguitati (anche da altri italiani e non dobbiamo dimenticarlo) e deportati, va un doveroso silenzio.
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