It has a right to be sad and depressed from time to time
by what makes us suffer.
is human and understandable.
Yet the real theft
is ourselves that we are inflicting.
I find life beautiful and I feel free.
In me of heaven unfold as large
the firmament.
I believe in God I believe in man
I dare say, without false shame.
Life is difficult but it does not matter ...
If peace moves one day she will
be true if each individual
first made peace with oneself,
eradicates any sense of hatred
for any race or any people whatsoever
or dominates this hatred and change into something else,
maybe even in love with the long-
Or is it asking too much?
I am a happy woman and I sing the
praises of this life, yes you read correctly,
in the year of grace 1942,
the umpteenth year of war.
Etty Hillesum-+ concentration camp.
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