Su: "Buna": Buna Wounded feet and cursed earth, The line long in the gray mornings. Buna's thousand chimneys smoke, A day like every other day awaits us. The sirens are terrific in the dawn: ‘You, multitude with wasted faces, Another day of suffering begins On the monotonous horror of the mud.' I see you in my heart, exhausted comrade; Suffering comrade, I can read your eyes. In your breast you have cold hunger nothing The last courage has been broken in you. Gray companion, you were a strong man, A woman traveled next to you. Empty comrade who has no more name, A desert who has no more tears, So poor that you have no more pain, So exhausted you have no more fear, Spent man who was a strong man once: If we were to meet again Up in the sweet world under the sun, With what face would we confront each other?

Buna

Wounded feet and cursed earth, The line long in the gray mornings. Buna's thousand chimneys smoke, A day like every other day awaits us. The sirens are terrific in the dawn: ‘You, multitude with wasted faces, Another day of suffering begins On the monotonous horror of the mud.' I see you in my heart, exhausted comrade; Suffering comrade, I can read your eyes. In your breast you have cold hunger nothing The last courage has been broken in you. Gray companion, you were a strong man, A woman traveled next to you. Empty comrade who has no more name, A desert who has no more tears, So poor that you have no more pain, So exhausted you have no more fear, Spent man who was a strong man once: If we were to meet again Up in the sweet world under the sun, With what face would we confront each other?

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The Survivor Primo Levi

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