it’s neiher me, nor you that rule this ghetto- it’s illusion…
the words choke In my throat paralyzing my lips…
and he touched her with that infinite tenderness…
to the very last moment, a germ of hope stayed alive in my heart…
pathetic objects looked as though they had never belonged to anyone…
a weariness like a molten lead began to settle in the veins, the limbs, the brain…
god could have devised no torment in hell worse that that of sitting there beneath the blazin sun…
dead stars- dead eyes
people, all condemned to the same fate- still unknown…
more dead than alive…poor clowns…their ghostlike faces emerging from the piles of prison clothes!...buffons!...
I felt that I could touch it…the idea of dying…the idea of no longer being…desired me…
Death wrapped itself around me till I was stifled. It stuck to me…
Close my eyes…whole world passing by…To dream of the whole lifetime
Letting oneself be dragged along by a blind destiny…
Night - Elie Wiesel it's a strong book...quite heartrending too....
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