I got this book as a gift. The title would sound like a self-help book. It’s not.
The Jewish author shares about the days he struggled in the Auschwitz concentration and extermination camp during the world’s worst man-made disaster, The World War II.
The Auschwitz I Main Camp. Source: Wikipedia
There were a number of concentration camps during the Second World War. The Auschwitz camp was the largest camp built and established by the Nazis. The women, children, homosexuals, and the physically weak people were gassed as soon as they arrived at the camp and burnt to ashes. More than a Million people were killed in this camp.
The rest were put into all sorts of physical work. The men were shaved and all their personal belongings were taken away. Each person was assigned a number. Their identities were abolished. All they had for themselves was their naked body.
A few months back when I was desperate to read a book, one of my good friends suggested me to read “The Alchemist” by Paulo Coelho. I downloaded the file to my Kindle and started to read…
“The boy’s name was Santiago. Dusk was falling as the boy arrived with his herd
at an abandoned church. The roof had fallen in long ago, and an enormous
sycamore had grown on the spot where the sacristy had once stood.”
This was the first paragraph of part 1. As I turned the pages one after the other, it felt like I was skidding and falling off into a whole new world. Right from thoughts to the actions, this book had its massive impact on me. To put in simple words, this is a story of a young boy who follows his dream, who fails (over and over), who gets mugged, who gets beaten, who gets threatened, who falls in love but leaves the girl behind. No, The Alchemist is not a thriller or an action or a romance novel. It talks only about dreams, love and… universe….