You have made me so rich, my God, allow me to also give away with both hands. My life has become a continuous conversation with you, my God, a great dialogue. When I stand – in the corner of the camp – with my feet rooted in the ground and my eyes turned to the sky, sometimes tears born from inner emotion and gratitude flow down my face. Also in the evening, when I lie in bed and rest in you, my God, sometimes tears of gratitude flow – and that is my prayer.
(Etty Hillesum /1914–1943/, diary entry from the internment camp Westerbork, August 18, 1943)
