For coping with tragedy try to take one thing at a time, talking to those who've experienced the same thing as you and can understand your pain. Everyone in the book Night has pain from one thing or another, it is up to them how they deal with it. And whether or not they carry it as a burden or a message to be delivered to those who will listen. There are multiple tragic incidents in the book Night (By Elie Wiesel) which point to where coping techniques could be used to better deal with the pain and attacks from Nazi German concentration camps at Auschwitz and Buchenwald (1944–1945). In Chapter one of the book a poor jewish man named Moishe explains a horrific event in vivid detail. From the statement he makes “The Jews were ordered to get …show more content…
Most people believed that he wanted their pity, or was imagining things (https://www.shmoop.com/night/violence-quotes.html). Based on my source “The violence Moishe witnesses and reports to the Jews in Sighet is so extreme and dispassionate that they don’t believe him. They find the violence so excessive that they chalk it up to Moishe’s imagination.” Moishe longed to tell someone of the tragedies he's experienced and witnessed. One of the ways to cope with tragedy is by telling someone about the problem in a way that they can relate to. Sadly no one in the town could even comprehend the pain and torment Moishe had built up inside. Moishes endurance is what kept egging him on to keep speaking the truth of what he had …show more content…
Chapter three “My forehead was covered with cold sweat. Still, I told him that I could not believe that human beings were being burned in our times; the world would never tolerate such crimes.” Eliezer was right the world wouldn't tolerate such crimes, but the deaths of his people were not known to anyone. And so for the time being no one cared or would even turn their head to look at the deaths of the millions. This tragedy was enclosed for the time being like a bubble filled with black oily sludge, just waiting to be popped like a burst puss filled