Primo Levi (1919-1987) ::

Oh son of death, we do not wish you death.
May you live longer than anyone ever lived.
May you live sleepless five million nights,
And may you be visited each night by the
suffering of everyone who saw,
Shutting behind him, the door that blocked the way back,
Saw it grow dark around him, the air filled
with death.
“For Adolf Eichmann”

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