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1 " Furia si ura sunt semintele care germineaza razboi. Iertarea este samanta pacii. Este actul suprem al autovindecarii. "
― , Surviving the Angel of Death: The True Story of a Mengele Twin in Auschwitz
2 " At Auschwitz dying was so easy. Surviving was a full time job. "
3 " Every night I had nightmares. I dreamed of rats the size of cats, dead bodies, and needles stuck into me. After we found out that the Nazi's had made soup out of Jewish fat, I dreamed that soap bars spoke to me in the voices of my parents and sisters, asking me, "Why are you washing with us? "
4 " forgiveness is not so much for the perpetrator, but for the victim. "
5 " So I am saying to you, whoever is reading this book, to remember: never ever give up. You can survive and make your dreams come true. "
6 " Mrs. Goldenthal's twin boys, Alex and Erno, were our age, and I discovered that they had been selected at Auschwitz for Mengele's experiments like us. Mrs. Goldenthan had stayed with them, and I found out later that she had hidden a younger child, Margarita, underneath her long skirt. She had come into the camp with the child hidden in her dress and during her entire stay there, even in the Nazi barracks where she had kept Margarita under the mattress during inspections, she and the other women had helped conceal the child. "
7 " Until that moment I had stopped thinking about my family. Maybe it was due to the bread we ate each evening that supposedly contained not only sawdust but a powder called bromide that made us forget memories of home, a sedative of some kind. Whatever it was or was not, I could not feel sorry for myself, for Miriam, for anyone. I could not think of myself as a victim, or I knew I would perish. It was simple. For me, there was no room for any thought except survival. "
8 " This place was confusing and noisy. People were yelling.There were screams.Confusion.Desperation.Barking.Orders.Crying, crying, crying. The crying of children for parents. The crying of parents for their babies. The crying of people confused and bewildered. The crying of people who saw with certainty that their nightmares had come true. All together the cries resounded with the ultimate and most unimaginable pain of human loss, emotional grief and suffering. "
9 " Anger and hate are seeds that germinate war. Forgiveness is a seed for peace. It is the ultimate act of self-healing. "
10 " Because we were twins, we clung to each other. Because we were sisters, we depended on each other. Because we were family, we did not let go. "
11 " But here the stink was over-powering. It was as if you walked through it, around in it. It was everywhere and inescapable. I did not find out right away what the smell really was. "