2007년 3월 11일 일요일

Journal #11

“We slowed down. Pikolo was expert. He had chosen the path cleverly so that we would have to make a long detour, walking at least for an hour, without arousing suspicion. We spoke of our houses, of Strasbourg and Turin, of the books we had read, of what we had studied, of our mothers: how all mothers resemble each other! His mother too had scolded him for never knowing how much money he had in his pocket; his mother too would have been amazed if she had known that he had found his feet, that day by day he was finding his feet” (Pg 111).

In this life, it is rare to find a person whom you feel comfortable just by standing next to that person. But Primo Levi found a valuable friend in the concentration camp whom he could rely on and shares his life story before coming to the concentration camp. I think to have a reliable friend is more valuable and precious than even surviving the camp because through that kind of friendship, your view of life can change forever. It is better to die with the experience of that kind of bond and friendship with a person than to live a life without that experience at all. Personally I found two friends whom I can trust do death, and I’m really thankful to have them as my friends.