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“It is lucky that it is not windy today. Strange, how in some way one always has the impression of being fortunate, how some chance happening perhaps infinitesimal, stops us crossing the threshold of despair and allows us to live. It is raining, but it is not windy.”

Quote by Primo Levi

Book:Survival In Auschwitz
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Survival In Auschwitz

This book offers a first-hand perspective on the extreme conditions and hardships faced by inmates in the Auschwitz concentration camp, providing a profound and disturbing insight into the human capacity for endurance and resilience amidst unimaginable suffering. more

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Primo Levi
Primo Levi

Chemist and Italian Jewish author, known for his dual identity as a survivor of Nazi concentration camps and a chemist. His works profoundly reflect the moral dilemmas and psychological states of humans in extreme environments. more

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