Olaf and Mrs. Miaw Miaw = Relationship goals. #caturday
In 2017, while pregnant with Shoshana, I visited Auschwitz I and II with my university course on Holocaust. All my youth I was drawn to camp literature. Reading it, I collected pearls of wisdom on how to survive in a society where morality is dead and only the cleverest animal endures. I left Auschwitz crying. No, not because of the empathy to the people, whose ashes still nurture the ground I was stepping on, not because of the barracks or the hair-exhibition. By the time of my visit, I’ve read, watched and wrote so much about it, that nothing was shocking. People cry of no other reason, but self-pity. And I too was crying of self-pity. I was crying because I realized something no literature could have taught me. But the ice-cold wind from the mountains, that pierced right through all my multiple layers of warm woolly clothes and thick-soled shoes, finally opened my eyes to the truth. I was crying, because I realized, that my great knowledge wouldn’t give me any advantage after all. In Auschwitz, I would have joined the majority and died within the initial two weeks upon my arrival… Maybe, at least in the days preceding the day of remembrance of Holocaust, we will turn off the screens with people, simulating happiness while copulate in front of the cameras, and pick up the memories of the magicians that not only managed to survive unsurvivable but managed to remain human and keep on living for the community. Allow me to recommend for that purpose the book of Dr. Gisella Perl “I Was a Doctor in Auschwitz”. Dr. Perl wrote her book right after the liberation and it is therefore brutally honest. She describes the abortions she had to perform with her bare hands, killing long-prayed-for babies. All that to give women a chance to survive and to avoid them being slaughtered in one of Dr. Mengele’s experiments. She writes of women being sadistic and lustful – qualities women often are denied in Holocaust memory, always presented as mere passive victims. This almost completely forgotten book is a must-read. It's a book not only about what it means to survive but about what it means to survive as a Woman and as one of the Jewish people.✡️💔
Unpaid ad. I know, that many of you like to dress in small women-runned brands, that produce ethically in regards to both labour and enviroment. One such brand, @loudbodies, by which I have a few unordinary dresses, like this goddes-pink one, has a 40% clearance sale untill tomorrow, because they are going to introduce sustainable fabrics and all the old stuff must go. I also love that they make pillows for cat shelters from the remaining fabric scraps. Thats all.💕
Melancholia. Ghosts of the present. Ghosts of the past.
Lullabying my Chablis on an old Russian churchyard on Cote D'Azur; imagining the lives of all those titled people and being happy for those who died before 1917.