It always shocks me, whenever I’m reading books about the holocaust, how everything slowly begins to develop right in front of the characters own eyes. Then it all hits them when they least expect it. I mean, first they heard it in the radio, then they were warned by Moche the Beadle, and finally, the Germans actually came and stayed in their city for a while before taking them to Auschwitz. They could have reacted (like that time a man appeared through their window trying to advise them to come go with him) and probably escaped, but I don’t blame them. How could any Jew there, ever imagine what inhuman torture and pain was waiting for them in the camp? I admire each and every one of those souls lost and also the ones who were able to escape.
I have read about the holocaust several times, but it truly has to be written by someone who was actually there in order to feel the way I did while reading Night.
miércoles, 5 de diciembre de 2007
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