too I was on that train, a year ago. Too I searched among the motionless barracks of Auschwitz. And I have trampled the fragile immense absurdity of Birkenau.
And I, days later, in the hushed stillness of my study, I tried to give a dignified look to the notes scattered on makeshift notebooks, and fragments of thoughts and emotions that had caught his mind.
were eternal minutes, perhaps hours, the minutes of agonizing helplessness. No words seemed to crystallize on the page fits the restless turmoil of an experience so devastating. No lexical alchemy seemed appropriate to express philosophical doubts on the alleged divine spark that animates - or should animate - The human race.
Despite the painful labor, I could not give birth to my piece.
Luckily the boys, many boys were much more courageous and skilled than me. And they wrote their pieces. They gave the body of ink to their troubled souls, their incredulous thoughts, their angry feelings, the desire to affect ex-common sense for future reference.
He came out a special issue of Smool. A number of vibrant, thoughtful and intense. A number of cycles which we are proud that we represent and the attention of guys who want to know and remember ...
All have been three special issues that Smool devoted to trains ... Below are links to those numbers really special
Good memory.
AMEN - Mario Agati - Wilde Web Chapinero - 
