Well, I’m sure it is, she said, but if you’re too loyal to your own suffering, you forget that others suffer, too. There’s a reason, she said, I had to leave Belgium and try to make my life in another country. I don’t complain and, to be honest, I really have little patience for people who do. You’re not a complainer, are you? I ate, and my thoughts wandered over to her son, the one who had died. I wanted to hear her talk about him, and about the foundation that had been set up in his name, but I didn’t dare ask.
I find this really interesting. Here this woman is completely dismissive of a man who has suffered as a result of prejudice and discrimination again his religion and people and yet she had a single son who suffered and as a result had an entire foundation founded to commemorate it
