Thursday, June 30, 2005
So whist my silent screams...
Most is said...
nothing changed...
all pursues...
but it's out of my system...
See you in my next depression.
Labels:
mental illness,
midlife,
philosophy,
self-awareness,
various
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I was curious, because I’m not Jewish and I do not know about such things, but do you know of anyone who ate blood (not human) to stay alive during the holocaust? I know, it’s an odd question, but I just read My Reconstructed Life by Eugen Schoenfeld and he says that he had to do so to stay alive. I was curious if this was an isolated case or if there were others who experienced similar experiences. This fascinates me beyond belief because I can’t imagine doing it, even if my life was on the line. Thanks.
Maybe black pudding is meant there? Black pudding is a sort of sausage made of blood, and superlative treife (non-kosher food). It is quite common here in Holland as peasant’s food. In the city you don’t see it so much anymore. If you want to know more, google “bloedworst”.
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