History of Sorts

My smile offends you, and when I see your eyes I see hate.

I see hate although I do not know what hate is. It is a word people around me use.

I have no notion of the concept of hate, I am only 22 months old.

All I know is love.

My smile offends you!

But I smile because I see another human being in front of me, for I smile to everyone.

I don’t see the monster you really are,because monsters only live in nightmares, don’t they?

You are like me, the same skin, the same organs,the same teeth.

You bleed like I do.You sneeze like I do.

When you don’t eat, you die.

When you don’t drink, you die.

When you don’t breathe, you die.

When I smile, I die.

Because my smile offends you.

I am Ishtvan Blankennberg.I was killed in Auschwitz on May 21 1944. I was not yet 2.

Remember my smile for I don’t want it to offend you.