In such an important week you cannot remain silent, you cannot choose not to
speak and share their thoughts.
On January 27th the day of Memoria occurs, the day that actually, for inattention and little
Interest, we forget and that we live clothes of mere tranquility and normality.
A day when we should stop to reflect, even if 24 hours will never be enough to think
To all the evil done in a handful of years of war and discrimination.
The holocaust, understood as mass genocide of the previous century, is the drama of a humanity never
changed, with medieval traits and which leads fear to talk about it.
But even if I studied it at school, I don't know what the holocaust is.
Mostnous you, reader, you can imagine what it is.
I do not know the color, between vertical stripes and triangles on the chest; you don't know the smell, a mixture
between desire to escape and terror; I don't know the taste, a perfect combination of bitterness and
fear.
We know practically nothing, yet we talk about it and if we are empathetic, we get excited,
Asking us how it is possible that humanity has managed to get to all this.
But let's talk about lucky people, comfortable on the sofa at home, with the heating on, the
People we love next to it and a hot meal on the table.
Once a year, for 24 hours, they ask us to remember. And we don't do it. At least not in the
correct way.
We remember Auschwitz, Bredtvet, Chelmno, Koldycevo, Lepoli, Mauthausen, Sajmiste, Sobibór,
Treblinka, Warsaw, but the places of death are many more;
We remember the names of a series of places that we do not know how to indicate on a map
geographical, but we appoint them for culture and not by empathy;
Recall that there were men, women, elderly, young people, children, died of the sin of not
be of the "right breed", but we do not know them;
We remember the number of abused, derise, tortured, brutally killed people, but not
We know the name and for us too they remain mere numbers.
We tend to remember, but superficially.
This message that I would like to share with you, however, wants to take you to another reading: why
Remember if we can know?
Access the Internet with your latest generation smartphone, from which perhaps you are reading the
my thoughts and look for a name. Give a face to the story that has been and that will be forever
indicated as the worst mass genocide in the history of humanity.
Imagine his age, the difficulty in finding food, in sleeping with strangers, between sharing of
Dresses, hair, shoes, excrements, like a pack of pigs on the slaughterhouse.
Imagine his entry into the extermination field, unaware of his destiny, with a suit a
lines under the arm and few objects that will be removed in a short time.
Imagine getting away from his children, because women and men are useful in different ways.
Imagine the cruelty of death, between black smoke that has the flavor of a human body and the
Nails that leave signs of terror on the walls.
Imagine the long years spent, between secret hiding places, tears, mud, barbed wire, scratches, fear
And death.
Imagine the heart beating to the impazzate, between a manganello, a whip, a spit, a laugh,
Just because the animals chosen for the field are not of high quality.
Find someone's story and in -depth, because only in this way can you really remember, so
Do not make this memory day vanish, once again.
Remember to choose moved by curiosity and respect, aware that what you will read will not be
Easy to accept.
Excite yourself if you can, because tears restore the memory and bring back those of life to life
private state.
Share this story, because talking about it is the only way to start living again.
Here, perhaps this thought of mine is not part of what usually belongs to you, but in remembering you
That in the face of death we are all the same, I also want to remind you that in the face of cruelty
human, we can choose the good.
For this humanity killed in a political, racial and power clash, we must thank,
Because in our freedom he resides their own blood.
On this day of memory, my dear reader, cuts that time that has not been given to whom
He deserved it, because you, just you who are reading, have been lucky enough to be free, al
contrary to those who wanted to be free, but he died as a prisoner.
I bow to humanity and with respect, I choose to remember.
Sergio De Simone:
An Italian child, born from a Jewish mother, deported to Auschwitz with part of his family.
Sergio, divided by his mother, is one of the 20 children presented in front of the "shack of children",
Answering the question "Who of you want to see your mother again?". In reality, in the ugliest game
never existed, Sergio will not meet his mother, but Dr. Joseph Mengele who will make him one
of the laboratory guinea pigs of his experiments. On the day of Sergio's seventh birthday, the
experiments began and at all 20 children present, tuberculous bacilli bacilli, who
led to the disease. Subsequently, the lymph nodes were removed to all of them, those who do
They thought they could produce tuberculosis antibodies. When the order came to hide
All the evil done and these experiments, the children were sent to Hamburg, where they came
Sedas with morphine and hanged on the walls of a school room.
1 thought on “Remembrance day: you don't know what it is!”
Concetta
“Giorno della memoria”io vi dico che non so dimenticare (e neppure voglio) quanto i miei occhi hanno visto e quanto il mio spirito ha patito in visita al campo di Auschwitz e poi a Birkenau.Voi direte una stupida gita io ribadisco una ferita nel cuore.Io non dimentico !grazie luigi bel testo .