Book: Night

One day, gather strength, I was able to climb. I wanted to look in the mirror that hung on the opposite wall. I have not seen myself since the ghetto. In the mirror I looked dead. Since then, his gaze does not leave me.

He with great vehemence explained to me that every question has such power, to which the answer is already no.

Man rises to God through the questions he asks. This is the true dialogue. Man asks and God answers. But we don't understand these answers. They cannot understand because they come from the depths of the soul and remain there until death.

Bread, soup - that was my whole life. I was just a body. Maybe even less than that - a hungry stomach. Only stomach felt as time passes.

The night had passed. In the sky shone the morning star. I, too, was quite different. Still I'm a boy studying the Talmud, disappeared in the flames. There was only like me shell. Black flame entered my soul and burn it.

Unknown to us the price of a single drop of blood or a single tear.