I have always been intrigued by World War 2 and more particularly by the systematic ostracisation of a specific community by a country’s regime.
The idea that a whole country believed in a narrative fed by a mad charlatan fascinated me (not anymore, I am from India).
I have spent numerous hours watching and reading up on World War 2 specifically about Hitler, concentration camps, Third Reich, Auschwitz etc. but in all my readings the common theme was “the collective grief and loss” of a community.
My mind had been so trained to the collective grief phenomenon that when I started reading this book it was a rude awakening to a whole new dimension of grief, loss and courage for me.
The Tattooist of Auschwitz is not a story about the second World War, it is a story of immense human resilience and an indomitable will to survive even when no one expects you to survive.
It is a story of the love of Lale Sokolov and Gita Furman in its most pure and unselfish form.
It is a story of unselfish small acts of kindness by strangers in times when hate was the strongest emotion.
There will be times during the story where you will be forced to ask yourself questions like
Would you have survived this?
Would you have stayed true to Gita?
Would you have sacrificed your life for a friend as Cilka did?
There is no simple answer to these questions. We don’t know how we will respond during times of great adversity. Some of us will bring out Cilka hidden inside us and some of us might choose to become Mengele.
Point is we don’t know what we are capable of but what we can do is be humble and learn from our history.
The story of Lale Sokolov and Gita Furman is one for the ages and is a must-read!
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