我认识一个人,他小时候缠绵病榻,还总是受到欺侮。如今他一个人蛰居斗室,每天将皮鞋擦得锃亮,将每件物品都摆放得整整齐齐。他没有朋友,只有自己的秩序。这也只是他对童年混乱生活的回击罢了。我还认识一个奥斯维辛集中 I know a person, he was sick as a child, but he was always bullied. Now he lives alone in a dwelling room, shiny shoes every day, each item is placed neatly. He has no friends, only his own order. This is just his fight back to childhood chaos life nothing more. I also know a concentration of Auschwitz