The tattoist of Auschwitz
Today
I have started reading this book.
I cannot find the reason why the stories that are written about this near and dark moment attract me. Sometimes I think that it´s because in my adolescence I was interned in an institution whose objective was to annul the will of those who passed through that gate, they said, to become an upstanding citizen. Other times I reckon that in the novels that I read – very few - and in the movies that I saw - many more – I was able to understand, as if it were a parallel world, some of the miseries of men.
