by Jonathan Safran Foer
Jonathan Safran Foer, retells a story told by his grandmother of her life during World War II:
“The worst it got was near the end. A lot of people died right at the end, and I didn’t know if I could make it another day. A farmer, a Russian, God bless him, he saw my condition, and he went into this house and came out with a piece of meat for me.”
“He saved your life."
“I didn’t eat it.”
"You didn’t eat it?”
“It was pork. I wouldn’t eat pork.”
“What do you mean why?”
“What, because it wasn’t kosher?"
“But not even to save your life?”
“If nothing matters, there’s nothing to save.”