An Enemy Who Sees The

The Bond Between A Man And His Profession Is Similar To That Which Ties Him To His Country; It Is Just As Complex, Often Ambivalent, And In General It Is Understood Completely Only When It Is Broken: By Exile Or Emigration In The Case Of One's Country, By Retirement In The Case Of A Trade Or Profession.

It Is This Refrain That We Hear Repeated By Everyone: You Are Not At Home, This Is Not A Sanatorium, The Only Exit Is By Way Of The Chimney. (what Did It Mean? Soon We Were All To Learn What It Meant.)

Those Who Deny Auschwitz Would Be Ready To Remake It.

Perfection Belongs To Narrated Events, Not To Those We Live.

Each Of Us Bears The Imprint Of A Friend Met Along The Way; In Each The Trace Of Each.