#59

This is my new hair, loving it … and loving that I am growing my gray out!

Gotta love the frozen expressions on my face! So flattering!😂

59. Over and out.

Goodnight.

Por Redacción SANTO DOMINGO.-El presidente de la República, Luis Abinader, celebra este domingo 12 de julio su cumpleaños número 59, ocasión en la que ha recibido numerosas felicitaciones y mensajes de buenos deseos de parte de funcionarios, dirigentes políticos, representantes de diversos sectores y ciudadanos a través de las redes sociales. (more…)

Antal Szerb could have escaped.

Friends arranged false papers. There were opportunities to disappear. He refused to abandon Hungary, believing that literature, history, and homeland were threads too deeply intertwined to be severed by fear.

In 1945, he was forced into a labor battalion.

Witnesses later recalled that he was so weak he could barely stand. Guards beat him after he collapsed in the snow. Prisoners begged them to stop.

They did not.

When the war ended, his body was found among the dead.

The unbearable detail came later.

Inside his coat was not a weapon.

Not money.

Not a map.

Only the habits of a man who had believed books mattered until the end.

His essays survived.

His novels survived.

The civilization he loved eventually returned to reading him.

The hands that turned those pages would never know that the hands which wrote them froze before they could write another sentence.

Sometimes literature does not defeat death.