The fluidity of comedy and tragedy
Once upon a time my family was taking a trip by train and trudging across Eastern Europe. Apparently we were feeling that Poland in the winter was just a little bit too cheerful so we decided to visit the former Nazi concentration camp Auschwitz. Despite my pretensions to confidence and my youthful indifference, I along with the rest of my family felt deeply saddened and … Continue reading The fluidity of comedy and tragedy