Neşe BİNARK

“Veni, vidi, legi! / I came, I saw, I read!"

“The cook made kugel, and we lit candles, prayed and ate, without acknowledging that half the city was starving and burning, or that conversations about distant mutual acquaintances were interrupted by machine gun fire and the sound of breaking glass.”

“One grandmother was hidden in the cellar of two Catholic women in Belarus for 630 days and nights. When she was liberated she had to relearn to walk, and to speak out loud. My other grandmother boarded a ship full of Polish orphans during the beginning of the war and went to Palestine, where she had to start her life over without her family, at age 9”

“Mud sucked at her boots; spring´s thaw was setting in. Lombardy poplar trees were scattered at random, their leaves dried out, twigs like arthritic fingers pointing to the darkening sky. They marched toward a massive steel gate. A Gothic-lettered sign inscribed with tall letters gave her pause: Arbeit macht frei —work will set you free” - Lovers in Auschwitz

"My luggage has been checked. He smelled everything and rummaged around. In shirts, trousers, handkerchiefs. They were looking for lace and jewelry. Even for banned books. Idiots looking for you in your suitcase! You won´t discover anything here! The contraband traveling with me. I stuck it in my head. And there are a lot of books in my head! I assure you. My head is a chirping bird´s nest. From the confiscated books." Heinrich Heine / Germany. "A Winter´s Tale"