pickOf course, there‘s no easy way to review this book about Levi‘s long winding road home from Auschwitz, a path that included a summer in the empty plains of what is now Belarus. What struck me is that this isn‘t a sad reflective book. It‘s stories, and they‘re, first, entertaining.
My current book (outside the Litsy group reads) with my mascot of the day (and some of her handiwork on our furniture. 😕)
Levi‘s story of Russian liberation and the long crazy path home after Auschwitz. I thought somehow this would be reflective, which matches my mood now. But actually it‘s about story telling, and all the fantastic characters he‘s around in this kind of quagmire of liberation.
Sognavamo nelle notti feroci Sogni densi e violenti Sognati con anima e corpo: Tornare; mangiare; raccontare. Il comando dell'alba: "Wstawać"; E si spezzava in petto il cuore. Ora abbiamo ritrovato la casa, Il nostro ventre è sazio, Abbiamo finito di raccontare. È tempo. Presto udremo ancora Il comando straniero: "Wstawać"
The Reawakening | 
