This book is a result of Survival In Auschwitz. Primo Levi recounts his return, beginning the liberation of Auschwitz and that will take him at his home in Turin, but also of those he crossed. Difficult to summarize this masterpiece of these fates of men who learn to live in these very first moments of liberation: the war is not quite over, and gradually, the situation is less chaotic. It is a book that sounds like a hymn to life, which is less burdensome than if it is a man. Yet we reflect on the title, tregua, or truce; curious title, since a truce is only a moment of respite, a moment of freedom that is supposed to end. Is it because of the war is not over? From fear of Russian? Or because after all, Primo Levi feels he will never be completely free?
