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gennaio 27, 2011 § Lascia un commento
Victor Frankl in his book says that at the very worse of it in the camp in the Holocaust, when your freedom’s taken away, and your privacy and dignity because you’re naked in a crowded camp and you have to go to the bathroom in front of everybody else because there’s no such thing as privacy anymore, and your wife’s dead and your kids starved while you had to watch and you don’t have any food or heat or blankets and they treat you like rats because to them really you really are rats you’re not a human being, and they call you out and bring you in and torture you, like scientific torture so they can show you they can even take your body away, your body isn’t even you anymore it’s the enemy it’s the thing they use to torture you because to them it’s just a thing and they’re running lab experiments on it, it’s not even sadistic they’re not being sadistic because to them it’s not a human being they’re torturing – that when everything that has any connection to the you you think you are gets ripped away and now all that’s left is only: what, what’s left, is there anything left? You’re still alive, so what is left of you? What’s that? What does you mean now? (David Foster Wallace, Interviews with hideous men)
A 12 anni andavo male di italiano e andavo a ripetizione da una donna in una grande casa vecchia in centro storico, soffitti alti, mobili pesanti, tende scure, finestre enormi, un tavolo e sedie solide. Lei piccola e minuta, ancora più piccola in questi scranni enormi. E mia madre che mi diceva di non guardarle il braccio che c’era il numero tatuato. E io cercavo sempre di spiare il braccio. E di italiano non ho imparato molto ma non andavo così male. Ho imparato altre cose.