The public gets what the public wants
The article has an illustration by Nathalie Lees where we can see a clown, with clear features of the Prime Minister, balancing on a huge viroid ball in the middle of a cemetery. I reckon it´s an image that perfectly synthesizes what many of us think about Boris Johson.
The tattooist of Auschwitz (III)
Heather Morris, the writer, pauses a few paragraphs to tell us about Gita's illness and how Black Mary, the cart of death, immediately appears in Lale's head; while she introduces us to Cilka, to whom her beauty goes beyond the surface, a virtue that is a rarity in most mortals.
The tattooist of Auschwitz (II)
Nor do I like books that boast on their cover with the strategy of being or having been a bestseller, emphasising as if it were a military medal achieved in the media and commercial struggle of sales. And with this I´m not saying, my friend, that all the books that have sold the most are crap.
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.
