Dana Quotes in The Tattooist of Auschwitz
Without warning, the SS officer outside their block hits Gita in the back with his rifle. Both girls crash to the ground. Gita cries out in pain. He indicates with his rifle for them to get up. They stand, their eyes downcast.
He looks at them with disgust and snarls, “Wipe the smile from your face.” He takes his pistol from its holster and pushes it hard against Gita’s temple. He gives the instruction to another officer: “No food for them today.”
As he walks away, their kapo advances and slaps them both quickly across the face. “Don’t forget where you are.” She walks away, and Gita rests her head on Dana’s shoulder.
“I told you Lale’s going to talk to me next Sunday, didn’t I?”
Lale squeezes Dana’s hand. “Thank you. Try to get some food into her. I’ll have medicine tomorrow.”
He departs, his mind a whirlpool. I barely know Gita, yet how can I live if she does not?
That night, sleep evades him.
The next morning, Victor places medicine, along with food, into Lale’s bag.
That afternoon, he is able to get it to Dana.
“I’m sorry that I have my escape, my Lale. You know I wish with all my heart the same for you two.”
“We are very happy that you have him,” says Ivana.
“It is enough that one of us has a little happiness. We share in it, and you let us—that’s enough for us,” says Dana.
Dana Quotes in The Tattooist of Auschwitz
Without warning, the SS officer outside their block hits Gita in the back with his rifle. Both girls crash to the ground. Gita cries out in pain. He indicates with his rifle for them to get up. They stand, their eyes downcast.
He looks at them with disgust and snarls, “Wipe the smile from your face.” He takes his pistol from its holster and pushes it hard against Gita’s temple. He gives the instruction to another officer: “No food for them today.”
As he walks away, their kapo advances and slaps them both quickly across the face. “Don’t forget where you are.” She walks away, and Gita rests her head on Dana’s shoulder.
“I told you Lale’s going to talk to me next Sunday, didn’t I?”
Lale squeezes Dana’s hand. “Thank you. Try to get some food into her. I’ll have medicine tomorrow.”
He departs, his mind a whirlpool. I barely know Gita, yet how can I live if she does not?
That night, sleep evades him.
The next morning, Victor places medicine, along with food, into Lale’s bag.
That afternoon, he is able to get it to Dana.
“I’m sorry that I have my escape, my Lale. You know I wish with all my heart the same for you two.”
“We are very happy that you have him,” says Ivana.
“It is enough that one of us has a little happiness. We share in it, and you let us—that’s enough for us,” says Dana.
