A man of few words

We enter life naked and we are immediately washed carefully and just after covered ... Clothes are a bit like our "home", our house, our comfort zone... And, a little, also our way of representing ourselves in society.

How many times have we felt out of place not having "guessed" the clothing for a meeting? How many times have we felt embarrassed by a stretch mark in tights, a heel that breaks suddenly, a stain of coffee or food on clothes?

When I saw the cover of the book  “un uomo di poche parole”, of Carlo Greppi,  met at Memoriale dello Shoah: I fell in love with it instantly: with disarming simplicity, it immediately represents a concentration camp and 2 fundamental objects for survival. A good pair of shoes and a bowl for soup.

The book is about a true story, beautiful, which makes you think and gives Hope. It is the story of Lorenzo Perrone, a man on the margins of society, who saved Primo (the famous Primo Levi)...

Why? Why did he do it, risking his life for 6 months? Perhaps because he considered it ethically correct to do so. Without gain, only out of generosity.

And it teaches me that good can exist even in extreme evil. That white is also present in the "black hole" of a concentration camp.