You don’t shoot a dog when it is already dead.
In all honesty (and I know I’m complaining excessively now), I was still getting over Stalin, in Russia. The so-called second revolution-the murder of his own people.
Then came Hitler.
They say that war is death’s best friend, but I must offer you a different point of view on that one. To me, war is like the new boss who expects the impossible. He stands over your shoulder repeating one thing, incessantly: “Get it done, get it done.
Apesadumbrada, se dio cuenta de que los relojes no suenan a nada que se parezca siquiera a un tictac, sino al ruido que hace un martillo, arriba y abajo, golpeando una y otra vez contra el suelo. El sonido de una sepultura.
When death captures me,
For most of the journey, he made his way through the book,trying never to look up.
The words lolled in his mouth as he read them.
Strangely, as he turned the pages and progressed through the chapters, it was only two words he ever tasted.
“Mein Kampf.” My struggle-
The title, over and over again, as the train prattled on, from one German town to the next.
Of all the things to save him.
I watched the sky as it turned from silver to grey to the colour of rain. Even the clouds tried to look the other way.
Disbelief held me down inside my footsteps, making my body heavy but my heart wild.
Nothing changed the fact that she was a lost, skinny child in another foreign place, with more foreign people. Alone.
Often I wish this would all be over, Liesel, but then somehow you do something like walk down the basement steps with a snowman in your hands.
I collect my thoughts as if they will stain me, murder me, and then resurrect me.