neither poems nor prose just a length of rope just the wet earth -- that's the way home. neither vodka nor bread just bursts of rage just more new graves -- that's youth and that's love. neither sleep nor waking neither joy nor laughter just tears in the night -- so the rope, paper, knife.
Real hunger is when one man regards another man as something to eat.
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The quote illustrates the extreme degradation of humanity in dire circumstances, where one person sees another merely as a source of sustenance.
This quote by Tadeusz Borowski reflects the harrowing experience of dehumanization that can occur during extreme situations such as famine or societal collapse. It suggests that in the face of real hunger, the moral and ethical boundaries can shift dramatically, leading individuals to see others not as fellow humans but as objects of survival, highlighting the dark aspects of human nature and survival instincts.
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During a seminar on human rights, this quote can be used to illustrate the consequences of starvation and loss of dignity.
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