You who live safe In your warm houses.
You who find, returning in the evening
Hot food and friendly faces: Consider if this is a
man
What works in the mud Who knows no peace Who fights for a
bread Who dies because of a yes or a no .
Consider if this is a woman, hair and Sanza
unnamed
no more strength to remember, Her eyes empty and her womb cold Like a frog in winter
.
forget that this was:
Remember these words. Carve them in your heart
When at home because,
lying down, rising;
Repeat them to your children. Or have you undone
Home,
illness impede you, May your children
twist their faces from you.
all find out more or less early in their life, that perfect happiness is not possible, but instead focus on just the opposite view: that this is also a perfect misery. The moments that oppose the implementation of both the two-state limit are of the same nature, resulting from our human condition, which is the enemy of all infinite. Oppose our still insufficient knowledge of the future, and this is called in one case, hope, and another, uncertainty about the future. It is opposed to the death of the security, imposing a limit on every joy, but also to any pain. We oppose the inevitable care materials, such as pollute any lasting happiness, so assiduously distract our attention from the disaster above us, and make it piecemeal, and therefore sustainable awareness.
was actually the hardships, beatings, cold, thirst, that kept us afloat in the void of bottomless despair, during and after your trip. Not the will to live, nor a conscious resignation that few men are capable of this, and we were not a common standard of humanity.
... Woe to dream: The time to consciousness that accompanies the awakening is the most acute suffering. But we do not often happen, and not long dreams: we're not that tired beasts.
... The belief that life has a purpose is rooted in every fiber of man, is a property of the human substance. Free men give many names for this purpose, and its nature is very think and discuss, but for us the question is simpler. Today and here, our aim is to arrive in the spring. Other, now, we do not care.
... At sunset, the siren sounds of Feierabend, end of work, and since we are all at least for a few hours, had enough, so no disputes arise, we feel good, the Kapo does not lead to beat us and we can think of our mothers and our wives, which usually does not happen. For some time, we may be unhappy in the manner of free men.
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