The Tattooist of Auschwitz
The Tattooist of Auschwitz
By Heather Morris
My Rating: 4
Genre: Historical fiction, War
Finished on: Jan 4th, 2020
Yet another story, a true story of WWII which moved me.
Yet another insight I've got from another Holocaust survivor of how the war has been.
Reading is the only way I can visualize the past through their eyes. Through their memories.
The only way we can ever empathize (or remotely close to empathizing) what they truly felt.
Though some parts truly surprised me. I'll admit I never thought the officers guarding the camps could be considerate to anyone, I mean anyone , like how they had been with Lale.
Them choosing who gets to live and who gets to die was all so random. The survivors are truly luckily in every sense.
And this story throws light on how the war changes people. You see so much of death, that it doesn't move you anymore. And you do what you have to, to survive. You become selfish, if that's the way you survive. I simply cannot comprehend what the people had to go through, do things which others decided for them.
I simply cannot.
I did not do any personal research before reading this, so coming to know Gita had passed away while Lale narrated his story to Heather, surprised me.
I smiled looking at their happy pictures at the end of the book. And remembered how optimistic Lale was, throughout his days in the camp.
Even after the cruelty the world has shown them, of the horrors they have seen and got to live with, they got their little happy ending in the end.
I'm glad for that.
Yet another insight I've got from another Holocaust survivor of how the war has been.
Reading is the only way I can visualize the past through their eyes. Through their memories.
The only way we can ever empathize (or remotely close to empathizing) what they truly felt.
Though some parts truly surprised me. I'll admit I never thought the officers guarding the camps could be considerate to anyone, I mean anyone , like how they had been with Lale.
Them choosing who gets to live and who gets to die was all so random. The survivors are truly luckily in every sense.
And this story throws light on how the war changes people. You see so much of death, that it doesn't move you anymore. And you do what you have to, to survive. You become selfish, if that's the way you survive. I simply cannot comprehend what the people had to go through, do things which others decided for them.
I simply cannot.
I did not do any personal research before reading this, so coming to know Gita had passed away while Lale narrated his story to Heather, surprised me.
I smiled looking at their happy pictures at the end of the book. And remembered how optimistic Lale was, throughout his days in the camp.
Even after the cruelty the world has shown them, of the horrors they have seen and got to live with, they got their little happy ending in the end.
I'm glad for that.
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