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The Theme of Inhumanity Towards Other Humans. By Patrycja Puka & Grace Lombard. “They struck her several times on the head---blows that might have killed her. Her little boy clung to her; he did not cry out; he did not say a word”.

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The theme of inhumanity towards other humans

The Theme of Inhumanity Towards Other Humans

By PatrycjaPuka & Grace Lombard



  • “He leapt on me, like a wild animal, hitting me in the chest, on the head, throwing me down and pulling me up again, his blows growing more and more violent, until I was covered with blood. As I was biting my lips to stop myself from screaming with pain, he must have taken my silence for defiance, as he wont on hitting me even harder”








  • eyes. He no longer sang.”Never shall I forget that night, the first night in camp, which has turned my life into one long night, seven times cursed and seven times sealed. Never shall I forget that smoke. Never shall I forget the little faces of the children, whose bodies I saw turned into wreaths of smoke beneath a silent blue sky.”


  • “One day I was able to get up, after gathering all my strength. I wanted to see myself in the mirror hanging on the opposite wall. I had not seen myself since the ghetto. From the depths of the mirror, a corpse gazed back at me. The look in his eyes, as they stared into mine, has never left me.”


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