“I remained in Buchenwald until April 11. I shall not describe my life during that period. It no longer mattered. Since my father’s death, nothing mattered to me anymore.

I was transferred to the children’s block, where there were six hundred of us.

The Front was coming closer.

I spent my days in total idleness. With only one desire: to eat.

I no longer thought of my father, or my mother.

from time to time, I would dream. But only about soup, an extra ration of soup.”

From “NIGHT” by Elie Wiesel

Author: kaytisweetlandrasmussen83

I am a retired fine arts teacher, sculptor/painter, writer, and a native Californian. I love my family,dogs, horses, movies, reading and music, probably in that order. I have been married forever to a very nice man who is nice to old ladies, dogs and children.

8 thoughts on “HOPE OF SURVIVAL”

  1. I find it quite impossible to click on ‘Like’, Katy: all these stories are so horrific as to be beyond simple comprehension.
    What made you post this …?


  2. I do know of that soup. We lived off that from the communal soup-kitchen in Rotterdam, even if it was made from peelings and and offal. I am here to tell the tale.
    A reason I hate how this government seems to delight in the torture of people who have done no wrong.
    How essential it is to remind us of past horrors.

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  3. It took me several attempts to make it through “Night,” but it was well worth it. Another brief passage I’ve never forgotten:

    “But because of his telling, many who did not believe have come to believe, and some who did not care have come to care. He tells the story, out of infinite pain, partly to honor the dead, but also to warn the living – to warn the living that it could happen again and that it must never happen again. Better than one heart be broken a thousand times in the retelling, he has decided, if it means that a thousand other hearts need not be broken at all.”

    And then, of course, there are those who delight in the smashing of hearts — not to mention minds and bodies. The denial in this country is stunning.

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  4. It’s hard to believe that those times can ever be forgotten, let alone denied. I read ‘The Diary of Anne Frank’ for English class in high school, that was my first introduction to the Holocaust. Since then, I have read many tales of horror and courage, but the sheer scale of the brutality overwhelms me. And now Australia keeps asylum seekers in appalling conditions offshore and I can’t understand why we let it happen.

    I pressed ‘like’ because I like that you posted this. I think in these horror situations, one must get to the stage where you cannot think beyond your own boundaries. Hunger by itself is enough to cope with, but all the other things this child has seen makes it harder. Very poignant words.


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