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Carl Friedman - Tralievader (02-031)

Carl Friedman - Tralievader (02-031)

"He never calls it by its name. It could have been Trebibor, Majdawiz, Soblinka or Birkenhausen. He talks about 'camp' as if there existed only one."
The opening sentence of the book is clear, sets the tone for the rest of it. Nothing in life can be defined without a referral to camp. The story is about two children, growing up in a family, where father has been in a concentration camp during the Second World War. He survived. Their mother had waited for him, thus giving them a unique bond. It is difficult for the children to grow up with a father on the dining table who tells them they do not understand the meaning of words as 'hunger', 'suffering' and 'fear'. He is right, they don't understand him, which is very hard, as he does really love his kids, but makes it very difficult for them to love him back. Mother is the glue of the family, she holds them together. She has waited throughout the war for him, against all odds he came back.

Really good back, written from the point of view of the daughter, probably early sixties. Forty short anecdotes related through the fact that the ever-recurring theme is the camp from which father came back to ground his family. Impressive, should be read by anybody who still thinks that a camp wasn't so bad. By anybody who thinks that prisoners should be kept in bad circumstances. By anybody who wants to know who how big an impact the Second World War had on masses of people. Have I missed anyone? Read it anyway.
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