It was a hot summer day.
Even here the green was juicy and ripe announcing the beginning of August.
Austwitz Birkenau is not barren land, life lives here too.
That day I walked with difficulty, trying to find the sacred silence.
Do not think about the blazing sun, about not catching up with the group.
Somebody offered me an umbrella, somebody asked a bus to give me a ride.
Life can be honoured in this way too, by passing small acts of kindness.
Even here the green was juicy and ripe announcing the beginning of August.
Austwitz Birkenau is not barren land, life lives here too.
That day I walked with difficulty, trying to find the sacred silence.
Do not think about the blazing sun, about not catching up with the group.
Somebody offered me an umbrella, somebody asked a bus to give me a ride.
Life can be honoured in this way too, by passing small acts of kindness.
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