By Göran Rosenberg
This shattering memoir by way of a journalist approximately his father’s try to live on the aftermath of Auschwitz in a small commercial city in Sweden received the celebrated August Prize
On August 2, 1947 a tender guy will get off a teach in a small Swedish city to start his lifestyles anew. Having continued the ghetto of Lodz, the loss of life camp at Auschwitz-Birkenau, the slave camps and transports throughout the ultimate months of Nazi Germany, his ultimate problem is to outlive the survival.
In this clever and deeply relocating ebook, Göran Rosenberg returns to his personal early life to inform the tale of his father: strolling at his facet, preserving his hand, attempting to get with reference to him. it's also the tale of the chasm among the area of the kid, permeated by way of the optimism, development, and collective oblivion of postwar Sweden, and the realm of the daddy, darkened via the lengthy shadows of the earlier.
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But no, it must have been on our way home from school. On our way to school in the mornings, when we were always late and racing against the clock, the idea wouldn’t have occurred to anybody. So it’s in the afternoon, and we’re running along the sleepers leading away from the factory, and it must be from behind, from the factory, that the train is coming. Well, no, not a train really, just a shunting locomotive, and it’s making quite a racket because it’s a diesel. No danger, we can all see and hear it coming, and it’s coming only very slowly.
I’m not sure I remember the fragments either, if remembering means actively recalling something. How can you recall something you haven’t yet named and therefore don’t yet have a word for? Reflections then, rather than fragments: diffuse reflections of physical perceptions, of sensory experiences without words or order. Jumping on the ice floes: the rasp of frozen trousers on skin blue with cold, the glare of chalk-white faces in a black door opening, the pressure of hard hands, the sound of sharp voices, the feel of a thrashing.
My first garbage chute is presumably a backward step, since the shaft that carries the garbage down to the refuse storage room hasn’t been built correctly and there’s a kink at the bottom that sometimes makes the garbage get stuck, so the chute blocks up. ” My first refuse storage room is not well lit. It’s dark and cold and gives off the sweet-sour odor of kitchen waste and a raw breath of damp concrete. Early one morning I get a ride from my first garbageman in my first garbage truck while the two new arrivals who have become my father and mother are still asleep on the sofa bed in the living room with the blinds drawn and the street outside lies silent, apart from the chatter of the sparrows in the barberry hedge and the screech of brakes from the first morning train on its way south.
A Brief Stop On the Road From Auschwitz by Göran Rosenberg