Rick

“It is the time you have wasted for your rose that makes your rose so important.”
― Antoine de Saint-Exupéry, The Little Prince

“J’ai reçu assez de dons intellectuels pour pouvoir tout sonder, tout aborder, tout saisir en formules claires ; on me croit supérieurement informée de bien des problèmes de la vie ; pourtant, là, tout au fond de moi, il y a une pelote agglutinée, quelque chose me retient dans une poigne de fer, et toute ma clarté de pensée ne m’empêche pas d’être bien souvent une pauvre godiche peureuse.”
― Etty Hillesum, An Interrupted Life: The Diaries, 1941-1943; and Letters from Westerbork

“Foi novamente como se a Vida, com todos os seus segredos, estivesse próxima de mim, como se eu a pudesse tocar… E ali sentia-me imensamente segura e protegida. E pensei: «Como isto é est ranho. É guerra. Há campos de concentração. Pequenas crueldades amontoam-se por cima de pequenas crueldades. Quando caminho pelas ruas, sei que, em muitas das casas por onde passo, há ali um filho preso, e ali um pai refém, e ali têm de suportar a condenação à morte de um rapaz de dezoito anos.» E estas ruas e casas ficam perto da minha própria casa.
Sei do grande sofrimento humano que se vai acumulando, sei das perseguições e da opressão… Sei de tudo isso e continuo a enfrentar cada pedaço de realidade que se me impõe. E num momento inesperado, abandonada a mim própria — encontro-me de repente encostada ao pei to nu da Vida e os braços dela são muito macios e envolvem-me, e nem sequer consigo descrever o bater do seu coração: tão fiel como se nunca mais findasse…”
― Etty Hillesum, Diário 1941-1943

“It was a movie about American bombers in World War II and the gallant men who flew them. Seen backwards by Billy, the story went like this: American planes, full of holes and wounded men and corpses took off backwards from an airfield in England. Over France, a few German fighter planes flew at them backwards, sucked bullets and shell fragments from some of the planes and crewmen. They did the same for wrecked American bombers on the ground, and those planes flew up backwards to join the formation.

The formation flew backwards over a German city that was in flames. The bombers opened their bomb bay doors, exerted a miraculous magnetism which shrunk the fires, gathered them into cylindrical steel containers , and lifted the containers into the bellies of the planes. The containers were stored neatly in racks. The Germans below had miraculous devices of their own, which were long steel tubes. They used them to suck more fragments from the crewmen and planes. But there were still a few wounded Americans though and some of the bombers were in bad repair. Over France though, German fighters came up again, made everything and everybody as good as new.

When the bombers got back to their base, the steel cylinders were taken from the racks and shipped back to the United States of America, where factories were operating night and day, dismantling the cylinders, separating the dangerous contents into minerals. Touchingly, it was mainly women who did this work. The minerals were then shipped to specialists in remote areas. It was their business to put them into the ground, to hide them cleverly, so they would never hurt anybody ever again.”
― Kurt Vonnegut, Slaughterhouse-Five