A sessantatreanni opening the gates of Auschwitz, what is left? The horrors are still etched in our minds?
How the past can still teach us not to repeat the same mistakes?
IF THIS IS A MAN 'You who live safe In your warm houses, You who find, returning
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 ,
Without hair and 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,
bed, rising;
Repeat them to your children. Or have you undone
the house, I will prevent disease
,
May your children twist their faces from you.
Primo Levi
We were in the summer when it left the Jewish law that required the students to leave school. I had finished the third grade, I had to go in the fourth. I do not know right away they did not give me grief. But the autumn mom told me one day, the tone of the one that says something unimportant, "You know, next year you can not go to your school and go to another school where there will be all Jewish children ". For me it was a cold shower, leave the teacher, leaving his teammates. So it was. The beginning was quite difficult, but I made friends with new classmates, then little by little I loved the teacher. Anyway I waited with great anxiety the day when there would have been awarding children to public school where I went. Because I had been third in the "prize of the second degree." I deserved an award because I was good at school, on appeal because there was one more clever than me. But I was happy. The award ceremony took place in the middle of the year after and I was expecting the day when I went to collect my prize and to see my teacher and my classmates. The day prior to the awards sounded at the door. RIING ... who will? My mom answers it. Mignon was the janitor of the school, carrying a package containing a book, and says - I could describe it, small-and fat: "The lady manager sends this award for the girl Elena O.; should not come tomorrow for the awards do not desecrate the schools of the Kingdom of Italy." It 'was the first sorrow of my crazy life. I cried, I cried ... and that book, moreover, was also bad, a book of Greek mythology, fascist. And I cried and screamed. Then my mom tried to console me, saying: "We will make a good party in our house, we will make the award." He did come all the aunts who pretended to be the patrons and all the little cousins \u200b\u200bwho were small and did not understand, and each had a small prize, the mother trial was put on the floor so we did a really great party home. But that was the greatest regret, my first great sorrow
From "Once upon a time the war" by Sonia Bruno and Fabio Levi "- Silvio Zamorani Editore, Torino 2002.
First they came for the Jews
"First they came for the Jews
and I said nothing because I was not
jew.
Then they came for the Communists and I did not speak
because I was not a Communist.
Then they came for the trade unionists and I did not speak
because
I was not union.
Then they came for me. And
was no one left who could say anything. "
evangelical pastor Martin Niemoeller
deported to Dachau
Fa Fa O Lord O Lord
that I did not become smoke.
Birkenau smoke, smoke in the sky
foreign
but I can stand there in my little cemetery
.[...] Two trees stand guard at the old
rusty iron gate.
And boyfriends on Sunday, stopping in to look
high fragrant grass that covers
ancient tombs,
intertwine his fingers through the bars
watching tenderly .[...]
Fa O Lord, that I
not become smoke dissipates,
smoke in the sky
foreigner but I can stand there in my little
cemetery
under the earth of my homeland,
where the sun will warm me, I rocked
the sea, the wind
I will bring the scent of
and rivers will be peace.
Liana Millu
Auschwitz-Birkenau (Summer 1944)
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