Idon’t know anyone who went through the life I went through. One person almost corresponds, but he had dedicated education and could at 15 recite poetry and read copiously.
But I never met anyone who went through the privation, the muck and suffering, the hunger, ignorance, violence and disregard of human life that I went through. Of course I have read books about people who went through what I went through, and sometimes worse, but never have I known such people.
So what do you do with this strange concoction of suffering and harm, to which you could add self-harm?
I have no idea. All I know is that this background of suffering, no food, no shelter, no love, no humanity, informs how I look at current events.
Yet in…
