The Librarian of Auschwitz: Based on the True Story of Dita Kraus

by Antonio Iturbe

those who believe that flowers grow in vases don’t understand anything about literature.

“Life, any life, is very short. But if you’ve managed to be happy for at least an instant, it will have been worth living.” “An instant! How short is that?” “Very short. It’s enough to be happy for as long as it takes a match to be lit and go out.” Dita is silent as she weighs up how many matches have been lit and gone out in her life—and there have been lots. Many brief moments in which a flame has shone, even in the midst of the deepest darkness. Some of those moments have occurred when, in the middle of some huge disaster, she has opened a book and buried herself in it. Her small library is a box of matches.

with bread to eat and water to drink, humans survive; but with only this, humanity dies. If human beings aren’t deeply moved by beauty, if they don’t close their eyes and activate their imaginations, if they aren’t capable of asking themselves questions and discerning the limits of their ignorance, then they are men or women, but they are not complete persons: