Even in this place one can survive, and therefore one must want to survive, to tell the story, to bear witness; and that to survive we must force our… - Primo Levi

Oggi, questo vero oggi in cui io sto seduto a un tavolo e scrivo, io stesso non sono convinto che queste cose sono realmente accadute.

Perhaps memory is like a bucket; if you want to cram into it more fruit than it will hold, the fruit is crushed.

It was the shame we knew so well, the shame that drowned us after the selections, and every time we had to watch, or submit to, some outrage: the shame that the Germans did not know, that the just man experiences at another man's crime; the feeling of guilt that such a crime should exist, that it should have been introduced irrevocably into the world of things that exist, and that his will for good should have proved too weak or null, and should not have availed in defense.