Obviously, we know. Decide to read Kinderzimmer Valentine Goby not like to seize any novel. The latter term should he anyway? A document, rather, as it is obvious that the author knows what she is talking about and that the share of fiction can never take over the real facts, they took place there nearly 70 years do changing anything in their atrocity. Kinderzimmer tells the daily life of women trapped in the Ravensbrück concentration camp. How were interned there? Approximately 135,000. How many have died? More or less 90 000. The figures say nothing more. The words, yes. Those contained in Kinderzimmer are prominent and emaciated. They say the horror, stench, despair and agony. And also the moments of fraternity, solidarity, the very rare moments of shared happiness tiny. And this nursery, the babies whose life expectancy is three months. We must be able to describe their condition, their environment, the tragedy of mothers. Valentine Goby focuses on the bodies of these women, their decay, decay, decomposition, decay, degeneration, degradation. It spares us nothing. Why would she do? It is a testimony to the abject character of men who have decided or permitted this abomination. It is so easy to dismiss, to forget, to move on. Kinderzimmer put our noses in it. No escape other than to leave the book if we unbearable. And if we can play to the end, there is a deliverance and relief. Tell him we loved is physically impossible. But we shook, made us shudder with disgust, put our heart in his mouth, yes. It would be indecent to speak of pathos, the novelist evokes a supreme suffering as much as a will to survive. Not by mere courage, but by duty, honor, and those who have left their skin.