In your warm houses,
You who find, returning in the evening
Hot food and friendly faces: Consider if
this is a man
What works in the mud
Who knows no peace
Who fights for a bread
Who dies for a yes or a no.
Consider if this is a woman,
Without hair and unnamed
no more strength to remember
eyes empty and her womb cold Like a frog
d ' winter.
forget that this was:
Remember these words.
Engrave in your heart
When at home because,
bed, rising;
Repeat them to your children.
O there undone the house,
illness impede you,
May your children twist their faces from you. "
(Primo Levi)
You can celebrate this day in many ways. Many. He spoke, in our opinion very well, our friends and Thisbe Mauro Biani to their blogs.
We like to remember that what was not only able to return, but it is in our midst. There are too many forgotten genocide, silent, that have occurred in the past (one of all, the extermination of the Armenians ) or still occur in Africa for example. But very few of whom speak little, and that they are remembered, while riding in the fantasy world of denial. Here, it will be really a day of remembrance, in the profound sense that emerges from this great poem of Primo Levi, when you really learn to live without killing, "as Frank Sinatra in his Auschwitz
No man is an island , complete in itself;
every man is a piece of the continent,
a part of everything.
If even a clod be washed away by
sea \u200b\u200b
Europe is the less,
as well as if a promontory,
as if it were to fail
a home of your friends,
or your own home.
any man's death diminishes me,
because I am part of humanity.
So
never ask for whom the bell tolls:
tolls for thee.
(J. Donne)