Don’t forget, Jacobo, the Second World War felt
like a battle for survival. And it was, it really was. And in wars like that
the limits on what one can acceptably do are constantly broadening out, almost
without one realizing it. Times of peace judge times of war very harshly, and
I’m not sure how far it’s possible to make such a judgment. They are mutually
exclusive: in time of war, for example, peace is inconceivable—and vice versa,
a fact that tends to be overlooked. Nevertheless, there are still things that
do seem reprehensible even while they’re happening or being perpetrated in the
most permissive of times, and you see, all those …yes, vile deeds, I suppose
…were kept hidden at the time as well, when the War was being waged and no one
knew how it would end.
Javier Marias, “Your Face Tomorrow Volume 3 Poison, Shadow and Farewell”, Penguin Modern Classics, 2018, ISBN: 978-0-241-33806-3, Μετάφραση από τα Ισπανικά:
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