Much has been written about the heroism and exploits of war, and about the extent to which it is needed as a means of achieving goals that may be considered noble. But the constant question remains: Is there a justification for peace, our happiness, and even eternal harmony, if one small tear of an innocent child is shed for it?
In World War II, more than one hundred million people were killed, wounded, and displaced in the bloodiest war - so far - in our human history. Much has been written about the tragedies and consequences of this dark phase of our history. But how did the last living witnesses see her? Children of this war?
More than thirty years after the end of that war, Svetlana, in her book The Last Witnesses, brings the remaining heroes of that stage back to their childhood that lived through the war, to tell in their words the last words... about a time that would end with them...
كلما تقدم العالم كلما ازدادت صعوبة عيش حياة تقوم على الحب والرحمة. الى الآن… يجسد هذا البرنامج الاستثنائي تألق الدكتور هوكينز المذهل وروح الدعابة المعدية والفهم العميق للسير في طريق اليقظة كمواطن في العالم.
I started writing this novel, and the novel began to write me in lines. I may not be the one who came in this novel, and the novel may have come from outside the boundaries of contemporary times, but in reality it came and depicted people and events, and its events unfolded in a manner other than what I wanted to write about. These events may have occurred in a certain period of time, and in a certain village, and I may not have seen such hurricanes, but they are real. They may occur in a certain time and space, or rather they are a contemporary event, but in another way, they wear a garment that is compatible with the structure of the era in which we live. In it, we are in a time in which there are multiple reasons and technical methods, and in which models of human studies differ from day to day with the aim of achieving human goals and achieving his many different goals. All of this happens, and it happens at every time and place, as long as a person remains, and his limitless whims and ambitions grow, and it also happens in moments of departure from the conscious self and immersion in the mire of rampant animalism.
There will be night, there will be an earthquake, there will be a hurricane, and there will be death, despite the floodlights, the bright rays of light, and the modern speakers and lights.
The “human animal” emerges brandishing the sword of destruction, riding the horse of fire at the hour of the conscious self emerging from itself and being separated from the origin of formation, so the human being will be as it was at the beginning of its formation, instinct will be the essence of this formation, and deterioration will be the diameter of this being.
