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3,096 Days in Captivity: The True Story of My Abduction, Eight Years of Enslavement, and Escape
On March 2, 1998, ten-year-old Natascha Kampusch was kidnapped, and found herself locked in a house that would be her home for the next eight years. She was starved, beaten, treated as a slave, and forced to work for her deranged captor. But she never forgot who she was-and she never gave up hope of returning to the world. This is her story.
320 pages, Paperback
First published September 1, 2010
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Natascha Kampusch
6 books137 followersNatascha Kampusch is an Austrian girl known for her abduction at the age of 10 on 2 March 1998. She was held in a secret cellar by her kidnapper Wolfgang Priklopil for more than eight years, until she escaped on 23 August 2006.
Natascha later became a talk show hostess and now works for animal rights with PETA.
German film-maker and director Bernd Eichinger announced that he was making a film based on Kampusch's captivity and wanted Kate Winslet to star in the film.
Natascha later became a talk show hostess and now works for animal rights with PETA.
German film-maker and director Bernd Eichinger announced that he was making a film based on Kampusch's captivity and wanted Kate Winslet to star in the film.
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April 19, 2011
I think the book would have been a lot better had Kampusch gone all out with the details of her 9 year imprisonment. Of course I understand her desire to keep certain parts of the ordeal private, but because of that, you always had a feeling while reading the book that there were specific facts withheld, that there was more to the story than she was willing to share.
She also strikes me as having a chip on her shoulder with regards to the labeling of "Stockholm syndrome." She is very defensive about that, and I am not so sure she is convincing in her arguments. Nevertheless she comes off as a very intelligent and strong young woman, and has made huge strides in building a life outside of her confinement. I think in the book she wanted one to look outside of the perversion and horror and see it as a story of survival and strength.
She also strikes me as having a chip on her shoulder with regards to the labeling of "Stockholm syndrome." She is very defensive about that, and I am not so sure she is convincing in her arguments. Nevertheless she comes off as a very intelligent and strong young woman, and has made huge strides in building a life outside of her confinement. I think in the book she wanted one to look outside of the perversion and horror and see it as a story of survival and strength.
February 18, 2018
Da dies ein Tatsachenbericht ist, möchte ich ungern etwas über die Geschehnisse sagen, um die es in diesem Buch geht. Ich denke einfach nicht, dass ich in einer Position bin, in der ich über solche Sachen urteilen kann/darf.
Allerdings kann ich sagen, dass es, trotz der schlimmen und emotionalen Handlung, ein Buch ist, welches sich sehr einfach und schnell lesen lässt, da der Schreibstil angenehm und flüssig ist. Interessant ist die Thematik natürlich ohne Frage.
In erster Linie empfehle ich dieses Buch auch denjenigen, die an der Geschichte dieser Frau zweifeln bzw. sich anmaßen, über ihre Handlungen zu urteilen. Man bekommt einen guten Einblick in ihre Gedankenwelt und kann alles was sie tat/tut nachvollziehen.
Allerdings kann ich sagen, dass es, trotz der schlimmen und emotionalen Handlung, ein Buch ist, welches sich sehr einfach und schnell lesen lässt, da der Schreibstil angenehm und flüssig ist. Interessant ist die Thematik natürlich ohne Frage.
In erster Linie empfehle ich dieses Buch auch denjenigen, die an der Geschichte dieser Frau zweifeln bzw. sich anmaßen, über ihre Handlungen zu urteilen. Man bekommt einen guten Einblick in ihre Gedankenwelt und kann alles was sie tat/tut nachvollziehen.
August 19, 2018
It is hard to rate a book like this with any number of stars. As this book wasn't written for entertainment, thus it is unfair to review it in a similar way of reviewing novels. This book is so incredibly scary, so difficult even to read! This was a detailed and grueling account of a real abduction. It shows us a harsh slice of reality. I cannot imagine how difficult it must have been to Natascha to actually survive this all.
Most people will be familiar with at least the basics of Natascha Kampusch's story - a 10-year old girl who was dragged from the street and abducted. The rest of her childhood and youth is spent as prisoner, like a slave. For most of it, she is forced to live in a tiny room, cleverly hidden behind many doors. She has to endure a lot of pain and suffering. Isolation, humiliation, brutal beatings, starvation, sexual abuse. This would've broken most people, but I am truly glad that it didn't break this brave woman.
I was so sorry to learn about the death of her beloved grandmother during her captivity! I understand how deep the bond between grandparents and grandchildren can be, and how devastating it feels when something happens to one of them.
A great read of a Survivor! What an inspiring brave woman her attitudes towards her captor and horrific experience should be admired and looked upon as courageous caring and a true human that can see things for how they really are and not what society blinded likes to believe evil people are. I can't imagine I could be as forgiving and strong like her, very few could but it is the truest way to be able to move on. All the best I hope she can have a somewhat normal wonderful life :)
Most people will be familiar with at least the basics of Natascha Kampusch's story - a 10-year old girl who was dragged from the street and abducted. The rest of her childhood and youth is spent as prisoner, like a slave. For most of it, she is forced to live in a tiny room, cleverly hidden behind many doors. She has to endure a lot of pain and suffering. Isolation, humiliation, brutal beatings, starvation, sexual abuse. This would've broken most people, but I am truly glad that it didn't break this brave woman.
I was so sorry to learn about the death of her beloved grandmother during her captivity! I understand how deep the bond between grandparents and grandchildren can be, and how devastating it feels when something happens to one of them.
A great read of a Survivor! What an inspiring brave woman her attitudes towards her captor and horrific experience should be admired and looked upon as courageous caring and a true human that can see things for how they really are and not what society blinded likes to believe evil people are. I can't imagine I could be as forgiving and strong like her, very few could but it is the truest way to be able to move on. All the best I hope she can have a somewhat normal wonderful life :)
February 3, 2020
Wie Ihr wisst, und wie ich schon öfter dargelegt habe, interessiere ich mich für solche Themen nicht aus Sensationsgier, sondern aus einer pschologischen Sicht. Wenn Aufregerbücher dieser Art auf den Markt kommen, lasse ich mir auch immer Zeit mit dem Lesen, bis der Hype und der Skandal bezüglich solcher Werke in der Öffentlichkeit abgeebt ist, um das Buch abseits der Sensation und der Diskussion darüber einfach so zu bewerten, wie es ist. Das ist nun bei 3096 Tage sehr gut möglich. Weiters habe ich das Buch als Einstimmung zu Natascha Kampuschs neuestem Werk Cyberneider gelesen, um die Autorin auch kennenzulernen. Die Rezension zu Cyberneider geht übrigens Anfang Februar online.
Was schon auf den ersten Seiten von 3096 Tage ins Auge springt, ist der Umstand, dass sich Kampusch mit der Formulierung ihrer Biografie von der Journalistin Corinna Milborn und Heike Gronemeier hat helfen lassen. So etwas finde ich eine ausgezeichnete Idee, vor allem auch die Wahl ihrer Helferinnen wurde exzellent ausgeführt und sticht angenehm hervor im Meer der prominenten Dilettanten, die sich Ihr Buch entweder so schlecht und recht selber schreiben oder einen Journalisten beauftragen, der auch nicht strukturiert schreiben und gut formulieren kann.
In diesem Fall wird das Werk tatsächlich sprachlich zu einem Gedicht. Alleine wie die Vorstadt von Wien und die Siedlung am Rennbahnweg beschrieben wird, das ist so gut und lyrisch, als obs aus einem Roman wär.
Inhaltlich habe ich wirklich detailliert erfahren, was ich alles wissen wollte und auch in einem Stil, der für mich sehr adäquat war. In keiner Situation oder Beschreibung wirkt diese Biografie aus der Sicht des Opfers larmoyant oder selbstmitleidig, im Gegenteil, Kampusch versucht wirklich alles möglichst sachlich und abgekoppelt von ihren derzeitigen Emotionen zu beschreiben, obwohl sie ihre eigenen Gefühle zum Zeitpunkt des Kerkers der Leserschaft schon vermittelt, aber eben sehr analytisch. Manchmal übertreibt sie auch ihren Beobachtungsposten auf sich selbst und wirkt teilweise wie ihre eigene Psychiaterin, die mit dem dementsprechenden ganz schön komplexen psychoanalytischen Fachvokabular um sich wirft, das sie sich nach ihrer Befreiung offenbar angeeignet hat, um zumindest intellektuell zu verstehen, was in der Welt des Täters eigentlich vorgegangen ist. Das klingt dann für die Leser bei all den recherchierten Fachbegriffen und psychischen Mustern manchmal etwas zu überkandidelt, aber ist eben auch eine sehr interessante Bewältigungsstrategie von Kampusch, das völlig Unverständliche irgendwie zumindest psychiatrisch zugänglich zu machen und zumindest ein bisschen zu erklären. Bei all dem bleibt sie aber authentisch und sie selbst - nicht als gefangenes kleines Mädchen und als Opfer, sondern als erwachsene reflektierte und distanzierte Frau, die ihre Lebensgeschichte Revue passieren lässt.
Im Detail ist die Täteranalyse, die dabei zustandekommt, richtig brilliant, aber auch die Überlebens- und Gegenstrategien von Kampusch sind sehr interessant zu lesen. Ein paar Mal entstehen Redundanzen im Werk, zum Beispiel, wenn sich Kampusch von der Öffentlichkeit nicht zum Opfer mit Stockholmsyndrom machen lassen will. Alle Redundanzen, die mir aufgefallen sind, waren aber eher ein Mantra für sich selbst, der unbelehrbaren Öffentlichkeit mehrmals zu versichern, wie Kampusch gewisse Situationen interpretiert haben möchte. Oft wurde ihr von der Journaille nämlich nicht zugehört und wie wild sensationsgeiler Schwachsinn spekuliert, was teilweise sogar bis in die Gegenwart anhält, deshalb muss sie das eben mehrmals richtigstellen.
Auch die von der Presse in den Dreck gezogene Beziehung zu ihren Eltern wird genau definiert und ehrlich mit den Problemen aber auch mit viel Liebe und Verständnis analysiert- so wie viele Kinder hatte Kampusch präpubertäre Ablösungstendenzen von der Mutter und gröbere Probleme mit der Scheidung ihrer Eltern.
Fazit: Chapeau, Frau Kampusch, für dieses Buch, es ist sehr gut erzählt und sticht auch qualtitativ hervor, Respekt vor Ihrer Person, Ihrer Geschichte und wie Sie damit umgegangen sind.
Was schon auf den ersten Seiten von 3096 Tage ins Auge springt, ist der Umstand, dass sich Kampusch mit der Formulierung ihrer Biografie von der Journalistin Corinna Milborn und Heike Gronemeier hat helfen lassen. So etwas finde ich eine ausgezeichnete Idee, vor allem auch die Wahl ihrer Helferinnen wurde exzellent ausgeführt und sticht angenehm hervor im Meer der prominenten Dilettanten, die sich Ihr Buch entweder so schlecht und recht selber schreiben oder einen Journalisten beauftragen, der auch nicht strukturiert schreiben und gut formulieren kann.
In diesem Fall wird das Werk tatsächlich sprachlich zu einem Gedicht. Alleine wie die Vorstadt von Wien und die Siedlung am Rennbahnweg beschrieben wird, das ist so gut und lyrisch, als obs aus einem Roman wär.
Inhaltlich habe ich wirklich detailliert erfahren, was ich alles wissen wollte und auch in einem Stil, der für mich sehr adäquat war. In keiner Situation oder Beschreibung wirkt diese Biografie aus der Sicht des Opfers larmoyant oder selbstmitleidig, im Gegenteil, Kampusch versucht wirklich alles möglichst sachlich und abgekoppelt von ihren derzeitigen Emotionen zu beschreiben, obwohl sie ihre eigenen Gefühle zum Zeitpunkt des Kerkers der Leserschaft schon vermittelt, aber eben sehr analytisch. Manchmal übertreibt sie auch ihren Beobachtungsposten auf sich selbst und wirkt teilweise wie ihre eigene Psychiaterin, die mit dem dementsprechenden ganz schön komplexen psychoanalytischen Fachvokabular um sich wirft, das sie sich nach ihrer Befreiung offenbar angeeignet hat, um zumindest intellektuell zu verstehen, was in der Welt des Täters eigentlich vorgegangen ist. Das klingt dann für die Leser bei all den recherchierten Fachbegriffen und psychischen Mustern manchmal etwas zu überkandidelt, aber ist eben auch eine sehr interessante Bewältigungsstrategie von Kampusch, das völlig Unverständliche irgendwie zumindest psychiatrisch zugänglich zu machen und zumindest ein bisschen zu erklären. Bei all dem bleibt sie aber authentisch und sie selbst - nicht als gefangenes kleines Mädchen und als Opfer, sondern als erwachsene reflektierte und distanzierte Frau, die ihre Lebensgeschichte Revue passieren lässt.
Im Detail ist die Täteranalyse, die dabei zustandekommt, richtig brilliant, aber auch die Überlebens- und Gegenstrategien von Kampusch sind sehr interessant zu lesen. Ein paar Mal entstehen Redundanzen im Werk, zum Beispiel, wenn sich Kampusch von der Öffentlichkeit nicht zum Opfer mit Stockholmsyndrom machen lassen will. Alle Redundanzen, die mir aufgefallen sind, waren aber eher ein Mantra für sich selbst, der unbelehrbaren Öffentlichkeit mehrmals zu versichern, wie Kampusch gewisse Situationen interpretiert haben möchte. Oft wurde ihr von der Journaille nämlich nicht zugehört und wie wild sensationsgeiler Schwachsinn spekuliert, was teilweise sogar bis in die Gegenwart anhält, deshalb muss sie das eben mehrmals richtigstellen.
Auch die von der Presse in den Dreck gezogene Beziehung zu ihren Eltern wird genau definiert und ehrlich mit den Problemen aber auch mit viel Liebe und Verständnis analysiert- so wie viele Kinder hatte Kampusch präpubertäre Ablösungstendenzen von der Mutter und gröbere Probleme mit der Scheidung ihrer Eltern.
Fazit: Chapeau, Frau Kampusch, für dieses Buch, es ist sehr gut erzählt und sticht auch qualtitativ hervor, Respekt vor Ihrer Person, Ihrer Geschichte und wie Sie damit umgegangen sind.
December 28, 2014
I remember the television footage when Natascha Kampusch first escaped from captivity back in 2008. I'm not someone who watches the news much, but something about her story captivated me then, so when I discovered she'd written a memoir about her experience, I downloaded the ebook immediately and was glued to my Kindle in every spare moment for the next couple of days.
Others have criticised Kampusch for painting a "poor me" account of her childhood before the abduction. I disagree, though I found this part of the book a little slow as an opening to the story we've all been waiting to hear. Structurally it may have been better to weave the backstory through by showing her memories once imprisoned. However, I believe these details highlighted the kinds of factors that had made her more vulnerable to becoming a kidnapper's prey - important insights for all who work with or parent children.
Kampusch has also been criticised by readers for the starkness of her prose, but to me it felt utterly appropriate. This is not a novel and the events and circumstances she describes need no additional dramatisation, nor emotive language to win our sympathy. It is enough that she has had the courage to share her story in such detail, not shrinking from any of the atrocities he committed, with the exception of his sexual abuse. I respect and understand the choice Kampusch has made in not including this aspect of her enslavement to him. She wrote the book only four years after her escape. It's early days yet for her to be processing and healing what has happened to her, and to expose herself to such a degree may well have compounded the damage done.
Having been abused myself as a child, I can testify that it was only when I turned forty that I realised the full significance of what had been lost and was able to express the rage it had never been safe to feel as a child. Around that time I was finally able to cut myself off from the perpetrators of the abuse as well as, for a time, from the family member who had allowed it all to happen. But early in my adult life I existed in a kind of numb ambivalence, both resenting what had happened to me and yet longing for the love and approval of those who had controlled, manipulated and abused me and who had also, contradictorily, been primary attachment figures and sources of love and affection.
Natascha Kampusch's story will no doubt evolve as she grows older and more distant from the memories that must still be so vivid to her, even now. In sharing her story so soon, she has given a great gift to the world, allowing us to see inside the mind of a child, and later a young woman, subjected to such an experience.
I found this book utterly compelling and was awe-struck again and again by her ability, as a small child, to adapt, to accept, to find ways of normalising her experience. I remember years ago, reading "The Lovely Bones" and "Lucky" by Alice Sebold — a piece of fiction and a memoir inspired by Sebold's personal experience of rape. I felt deeply moved at the time by the way in which she had taken something so dark and made it into a story that was achingly beautiful. I felt as though a little more light had spilled into my own world, by reading her stories and knowing that others had survived and grown strong through experiences far more horrendous than I could ever imagine.
In a similar vein, I finished Kampusch's memoir with a deep sense of gratitude and confirmation: there are no born monsters out there, only other human beings who have become monstrous through their own suffering. The world and its people are not so easily divided into good and evil as some of us would like to think, Or in Kampusch's words, "It makes people uncomfortable whenever categories of Good and Evil begin to topple, and they are confronted with the fact that personified Evil also had a human face. His dark side didn't simply fall from the sky; nobody is born a monster." And then, "Nothing is all black or all white. And nobody is all good or all evil. That also goes for the kidnapper. These are words that people don't like to hear from an abduction victim. Because the clearly defined concept of good and evil is turned on its head, a concept that people are all too willing to accept so as not to lose their way in a world full of shades of grey."
I think what's most remarkable and real about her story is that right from the beginning she was able to see and connect with her captor's human face; and in fact this is probably what enabled her to survive so long and ultimately to escape. Perhaps if she had only been able to see him as a monster, her terror and hatred would have destroyed her or destroyed her sanity very early in the experience.
"...I tried to see the kidnapper as a person who was not essentially evil, but had only become so in the course of his life. In no way did this mitigate what he had done, but it helped me to forgive him...Had I met him only with hatred, that hatred would have eaten me up and robbed me of the strength I needed to make it through."
"If I wanted to survive in this new world, I had to cooperate with him. For somebody who has never been in such an extreme situation of oppression, this may be difficult to comprehend. But today I am proud of the fact that I was able to take this step towards the person who had robbed me of everything. Because that step saved my life even though I had to dedicate more and more energy to maintaining this 'positive approach' to the kidnapper."
Another aspect of Kampusch's story that I find fascinating is her rejection of the label "Stockholm Syndrome". I have often fallen back on this concept to understand my own attachment to and defence of the individuals who robbed me of my safety and innocence as a child. I had not considered, until reading this book, that this is another way of buying into the victim role, reinforcing my powerlessness rather than my powerfulness in finding a way to live with, survive and accept my experience. As she says, it is often used as a glib label, turning "…victims into victims a second time, by taking from them the power to interpret their own story - and by turning the most significant experiences from their story into the product of a syndrome. The term places the very behaviour that contributes significantly to the victim's survival that much closer to being objectionable.
"Getting closer to the kidnapper is not an illness. Creating a cocoon of normality within the framework of a crime is not a syndrome. Just the opposite. It is a survival strategy in a situation with no escape - and much more true to reality than the sweeping categorization of criminals as bloodthirsty beasts and of victims as helpless lambs that society refuses to look beyond."
I feel very blessed that in beginning to write my own childhood memoir, as part of my healing journey, I stumbled across a writing mentor, Barbara Turner-Vesselago (www.freefallwriting.com) who was wise enough to recognise that my interpretation and telling of my story in my late twenties was holding me firmly imprisoned in the role of victim. My early clumsy attempts to describe what had happened to me were tightly controlled by a narrative voice that knew what was right and what was wrong, that judged and drew clear boundaries between perpetrator and victim.
Gently, but firmly, Barbara guided me to open out my telling into scenes that would show the kinds of interactions that proliferated through my childhood. She gave me the courage to step back into those scenes with the wide-open eyes of innocence, of a being who has not yet divided the world into black and white, right and wrong. This journey continued as I wrote my memoir under her guidance over about twelve years. The more I was able to step back into those memories and to "show" them without interpreting them, the more I discovered the humanity of those I had hated and judged, and yet longed to be loved by.
This clear-eyed approach to retelling my own story in many ways set me free from that story...allowing me to shed my caterpillar cocoon of victimhood and to emerge with the transformative power of butterfly words and stories: to make beautiful through words what had once been ugly and shameful, and to recognise through this process, those qualities that had developed through my suffering to become my core strengths. I was humbled, also, to recognise the humanity of those who had harmed me and to have empathy for their suffering, while making the empowered choice to disconnect my life from theirs.
I wonder if it would have been more difficult for Kampusch to share her story with the world if her kidnapper had lived after her escape. I am nearly fifty now and my unpublished memoir still sits on my shelves, in spite of winning me a fellowship at Varuna Writer's House and the confidence of then Creative Director, Peter Bishop, that he could find me a publisher. I remember during my retreat at Varuna, Peter telling me that one of the things that stood out in my memoir was the empathy and lack of judgement with which I was able to represent all the characters involved. And yet I have hesitated to make my story public, for many complex reasons, including the preservation of privacy for all concerned, and a reluctance to freeze frame one individual's interpretation of a story upon which there must be many other evolving perspectives. My own understanding continues to evolve; most surprisingly towards gratitude for the qualities of humility, strength and compassion bestowed by suffering.
At this point in my life, I feel the best I can do is convert my experience and insights into a fictional set of characters in circumstances that are comparable to ones I experienced as a child and young adult...but not the same. I have been re-inspired by Kampusch's memoir because it has affirmed my own belief that it is forgiveness, understanding and a capacity to see all the shades of grey in our experience of being human that will ultimately set us free: free from judgment, from self-righteousness, from any kind of idealism that divides the world and other people into good and evil, and from concepts of heaven and hell in which some of us are rewarded and some of us are condemned to eternal damnation.
By giving us a glimpse into the fractured mind and world of her captor, by acknowledging his conscience, his flawed attempts to reach for a dream, his vulnerability, Kampusch has turned and faced the monster that others run from in their nightmares. She has held him in her arms and known his pain. That she was able to do this from so young an age is testament to her wisdom and strength, and perhaps, as she says, it was also the key to her ultimate liberation from that hellish underground world she was trapped in for so many years.
I have a hunch that we could all learn from Kampusch's ultimate triumph. We, including me, are so quick to judge others, to point our fingers, to reject, and to punish. And yet what have these responses brought us but a world that is increasingly divided, fragmented and hostile. Her story reminds me of a poem (‘Soul Loss’ by Meiling Jin) in which the protagonist is robbed of her soul a demon who taunts and torments her until she steps of her own accord into the demon's mouth and discovers that instead of being engulfed by the demon, she is able to swallow him whole, returning what has been feared and rejected to her own inner wholeness.
Natascha Kampusch triumphed through courage, love and forgiveness, not through fear, hatred and judgment. She also held fast, through all the years, to a vision of her own freedom, to a stronger self, beckoning to her from a brighter future. She visualised and wrote to this older self, who wrote back and spoke to her, promising her that one day she would be strong enough to break free. I find it remarkable that a child discovered for herself this strategy for maintaining and building her independence and courage over the years, in circumstances where many others might have been broken, succumbing fully to the imposition of the kidnapper's will or choosing death as an escape.
This is a book I will ponder on and celebrate for many years to come, with awe, gratitude and empathy for its author.
Others have criticised Kampusch for painting a "poor me" account of her childhood before the abduction. I disagree, though I found this part of the book a little slow as an opening to the story we've all been waiting to hear. Structurally it may have been better to weave the backstory through by showing her memories once imprisoned. However, I believe these details highlighted the kinds of factors that had made her more vulnerable to becoming a kidnapper's prey - important insights for all who work with or parent children.
Kampusch has also been criticised by readers for the starkness of her prose, but to me it felt utterly appropriate. This is not a novel and the events and circumstances she describes need no additional dramatisation, nor emotive language to win our sympathy. It is enough that she has had the courage to share her story in such detail, not shrinking from any of the atrocities he committed, with the exception of his sexual abuse. I respect and understand the choice Kampusch has made in not including this aspect of her enslavement to him. She wrote the book only four years after her escape. It's early days yet for her to be processing and healing what has happened to her, and to expose herself to such a degree may well have compounded the damage done.
Having been abused myself as a child, I can testify that it was only when I turned forty that I realised the full significance of what had been lost and was able to express the rage it had never been safe to feel as a child. Around that time I was finally able to cut myself off from the perpetrators of the abuse as well as, for a time, from the family member who had allowed it all to happen. But early in my adult life I existed in a kind of numb ambivalence, both resenting what had happened to me and yet longing for the love and approval of those who had controlled, manipulated and abused me and who had also, contradictorily, been primary attachment figures and sources of love and affection.
Natascha Kampusch's story will no doubt evolve as she grows older and more distant from the memories that must still be so vivid to her, even now. In sharing her story so soon, she has given a great gift to the world, allowing us to see inside the mind of a child, and later a young woman, subjected to such an experience.
I found this book utterly compelling and was awe-struck again and again by her ability, as a small child, to adapt, to accept, to find ways of normalising her experience. I remember years ago, reading "The Lovely Bones" and "Lucky" by Alice Sebold — a piece of fiction and a memoir inspired by Sebold's personal experience of rape. I felt deeply moved at the time by the way in which she had taken something so dark and made it into a story that was achingly beautiful. I felt as though a little more light had spilled into my own world, by reading her stories and knowing that others had survived and grown strong through experiences far more horrendous than I could ever imagine.
In a similar vein, I finished Kampusch's memoir with a deep sense of gratitude and confirmation: there are no born monsters out there, only other human beings who have become monstrous through their own suffering. The world and its people are not so easily divided into good and evil as some of us would like to think, Or in Kampusch's words, "It makes people uncomfortable whenever categories of Good and Evil begin to topple, and they are confronted with the fact that personified Evil also had a human face. His dark side didn't simply fall from the sky; nobody is born a monster." And then, "Nothing is all black or all white. And nobody is all good or all evil. That also goes for the kidnapper. These are words that people don't like to hear from an abduction victim. Because the clearly defined concept of good and evil is turned on its head, a concept that people are all too willing to accept so as not to lose their way in a world full of shades of grey."
I think what's most remarkable and real about her story is that right from the beginning she was able to see and connect with her captor's human face; and in fact this is probably what enabled her to survive so long and ultimately to escape. Perhaps if she had only been able to see him as a monster, her terror and hatred would have destroyed her or destroyed her sanity very early in the experience.
"...I tried to see the kidnapper as a person who was not essentially evil, but had only become so in the course of his life. In no way did this mitigate what he had done, but it helped me to forgive him...Had I met him only with hatred, that hatred would have eaten me up and robbed me of the strength I needed to make it through."
"If I wanted to survive in this new world, I had to cooperate with him. For somebody who has never been in such an extreme situation of oppression, this may be difficult to comprehend. But today I am proud of the fact that I was able to take this step towards the person who had robbed me of everything. Because that step saved my life even though I had to dedicate more and more energy to maintaining this 'positive approach' to the kidnapper."
Another aspect of Kampusch's story that I find fascinating is her rejection of the label "Stockholm Syndrome". I have often fallen back on this concept to understand my own attachment to and defence of the individuals who robbed me of my safety and innocence as a child. I had not considered, until reading this book, that this is another way of buying into the victim role, reinforcing my powerlessness rather than my powerfulness in finding a way to live with, survive and accept my experience. As she says, it is often used as a glib label, turning "…victims into victims a second time, by taking from them the power to interpret their own story - and by turning the most significant experiences from their story into the product of a syndrome. The term places the very behaviour that contributes significantly to the victim's survival that much closer to being objectionable.
"Getting closer to the kidnapper is not an illness. Creating a cocoon of normality within the framework of a crime is not a syndrome. Just the opposite. It is a survival strategy in a situation with no escape - and much more true to reality than the sweeping categorization of criminals as bloodthirsty beasts and of victims as helpless lambs that society refuses to look beyond."
I feel very blessed that in beginning to write my own childhood memoir, as part of my healing journey, I stumbled across a writing mentor, Barbara Turner-Vesselago (www.freefallwriting.com) who was wise enough to recognise that my interpretation and telling of my story in my late twenties was holding me firmly imprisoned in the role of victim. My early clumsy attempts to describe what had happened to me were tightly controlled by a narrative voice that knew what was right and what was wrong, that judged and drew clear boundaries between perpetrator and victim.
Gently, but firmly, Barbara guided me to open out my telling into scenes that would show the kinds of interactions that proliferated through my childhood. She gave me the courage to step back into those scenes with the wide-open eyes of innocence, of a being who has not yet divided the world into black and white, right and wrong. This journey continued as I wrote my memoir under her guidance over about twelve years. The more I was able to step back into those memories and to "show" them without interpreting them, the more I discovered the humanity of those I had hated and judged, and yet longed to be loved by.
This clear-eyed approach to retelling my own story in many ways set me free from that story...allowing me to shed my caterpillar cocoon of victimhood and to emerge with the transformative power of butterfly words and stories: to make beautiful through words what had once been ugly and shameful, and to recognise through this process, those qualities that had developed through my suffering to become my core strengths. I was humbled, also, to recognise the humanity of those who had harmed me and to have empathy for their suffering, while making the empowered choice to disconnect my life from theirs.
I wonder if it would have been more difficult for Kampusch to share her story with the world if her kidnapper had lived after her escape. I am nearly fifty now and my unpublished memoir still sits on my shelves, in spite of winning me a fellowship at Varuna Writer's House and the confidence of then Creative Director, Peter Bishop, that he could find me a publisher. I remember during my retreat at Varuna, Peter telling me that one of the things that stood out in my memoir was the empathy and lack of judgement with which I was able to represent all the characters involved. And yet I have hesitated to make my story public, for many complex reasons, including the preservation of privacy for all concerned, and a reluctance to freeze frame one individual's interpretation of a story upon which there must be many other evolving perspectives. My own understanding continues to evolve; most surprisingly towards gratitude for the qualities of humility, strength and compassion bestowed by suffering.
At this point in my life, I feel the best I can do is convert my experience and insights into a fictional set of characters in circumstances that are comparable to ones I experienced as a child and young adult...but not the same. I have been re-inspired by Kampusch's memoir because it has affirmed my own belief that it is forgiveness, understanding and a capacity to see all the shades of grey in our experience of being human that will ultimately set us free: free from judgment, from self-righteousness, from any kind of idealism that divides the world and other people into good and evil, and from concepts of heaven and hell in which some of us are rewarded and some of us are condemned to eternal damnation.
By giving us a glimpse into the fractured mind and world of her captor, by acknowledging his conscience, his flawed attempts to reach for a dream, his vulnerability, Kampusch has turned and faced the monster that others run from in their nightmares. She has held him in her arms and known his pain. That she was able to do this from so young an age is testament to her wisdom and strength, and perhaps, as she says, it was also the key to her ultimate liberation from that hellish underground world she was trapped in for so many years.
I have a hunch that we could all learn from Kampusch's ultimate triumph. We, including me, are so quick to judge others, to point our fingers, to reject, and to punish. And yet what have these responses brought us but a world that is increasingly divided, fragmented and hostile. Her story reminds me of a poem (‘Soul Loss’ by Meiling Jin) in which the protagonist is robbed of her soul a demon who taunts and torments her until she steps of her own accord into the demon's mouth and discovers that instead of being engulfed by the demon, she is able to swallow him whole, returning what has been feared and rejected to her own inner wholeness.
Natascha Kampusch triumphed through courage, love and forgiveness, not through fear, hatred and judgment. She also held fast, through all the years, to a vision of her own freedom, to a stronger self, beckoning to her from a brighter future. She visualised and wrote to this older self, who wrote back and spoke to her, promising her that one day she would be strong enough to break free. I find it remarkable that a child discovered for herself this strategy for maintaining and building her independence and courage over the years, in circumstances where many others might have been broken, succumbing fully to the imposition of the kidnapper's will or choosing death as an escape.
This is a book I will ponder on and celebrate for many years to come, with awe, gratitude and empathy for its author.
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April 2, 2013No sé exactamente cómo darle una calificación a este libro. ¿Me gustó lo que leí? No. En lo absoluto Pero, ¿me gustó leerlo? Sí. Muchísimo. La diferencia es simple. Natascha es una joven que nació en Austria, que fue secuestrada a los diez años y permaneció así durante 3,096 días (calculando, unos 8 años y algo). Sólo por si no lo saben, es una historia real,escrita por la muchacha secuestrada. Leí el libro en una tarde. Durante su lectura, te das una idea,probablemente no muy acertada, pero una idea al fin y al cabo, de cómo funciona (o de como no funciona) la mente del secuestrador, en base a sus acciones. Es posiblemente algo horrible, pero fascinante. Igualmente, descubrimos mente de Natascha, sus pensamientos. Fueron algo muy interesante de conocer.
Al final, una vez que lo terminas, siempre queda esa parte triste, en la que te das cuenta de cómo una niña salió de su casa y no volvió a ella. Recuerdas (si naciste en un tiempo suficientemente anterior al 2006), de cómo tú te divertías, comías pizza, veías películas, salías a pasear, discutías por cualquier cosa, te quejabas de levantarte temprano para ir al colegio,y abrazabas a tu madre, mientras, sin que tú lo supieras, había una niña a quien le habían arrebatado todo eso. Encerrada. Uno comprende que, si bien hay cosas buenas en el mundo, hay cosas horribles también.
Este libro es como ese balde de agua fría en la cabeza que te recuerda que esa niña pudiste (y en un futuro también puedes) ser tú.
Al final, una vez que lo terminas, siempre queda esa parte triste, en la que te das cuenta de cómo una niña salió de su casa y no volvió a ella. Recuerdas (si naciste en un tiempo suficientemente anterior al 2006), de cómo tú te divertías, comías pizza, veías películas, salías a pasear, discutías por cualquier cosa, te quejabas de levantarte temprano para ir al colegio,y abrazabas a tu madre, mientras, sin que tú lo supieras, había una niña a quien le habían arrebatado todo eso. Encerrada. Uno comprende que, si bien hay cosas buenas en el mundo, hay cosas horribles también.
Este libro es como ese balde de agua fría en la cabeza que te recuerda que esa niña pudiste (y en un futuro también puedes) ser tú.
August 18, 2018
I was so impressed with Natascha. I felt that she told the story of her abduction, her escape, and her re-entry into society, with great care, and skill. I totally support her choice to not reveal everything that took place during those years. To me, her refusal typifies the strength of character that she most certainly possesses.
I also agree with her opinion of the 'Stockholm Syndrome'. Natascha wrote, "If I wanted to survive in this new world, I had to cooperate with him. For somebody who has never been in such an extreme situation of oppression, this may be difficult to comprehend. But today I am proud of the fact that I was able to take this step towards the person who had robbed me of everything. Because that step saved my life even though I had to dedicate more and more energy to maintaining this 'positive approach' to the kidnapper." As she says, it is often used as a glib label, turning "…victims into victims a second time, by taking from them the power to interpret their own story - and by turning the most significant experiences from their story into the product of a syndrome. The term places the very behaviour that contributes significantly to the victim's survival that much closer to being objectionable." "Getting closer to the kidnapper is not an illness. Creating a cocoon of normality within the framework of a crime is not a syndrome. Just the opposite. It is a survival strategy in a situation with no escape - and much more true to reality than the sweeping categorization of criminals as bloodthirsty beasts and of victims as helpless lambs that society refuses to look beyond."
4 Stars = It touched my heart, and/or gave me much food for thought.
I also agree with her opinion of the 'Stockholm Syndrome'. Natascha wrote, "If I wanted to survive in this new world, I had to cooperate with him. For somebody who has never been in such an extreme situation of oppression, this may be difficult to comprehend. But today I am proud of the fact that I was able to take this step towards the person who had robbed me of everything. Because that step saved my life even though I had to dedicate more and more energy to maintaining this 'positive approach' to the kidnapper." As she says, it is often used as a glib label, turning "…victims into victims a second time, by taking from them the power to interpret their own story - and by turning the most significant experiences from their story into the product of a syndrome. The term places the very behaviour that contributes significantly to the victim's survival that much closer to being objectionable." "Getting closer to the kidnapper is not an illness. Creating a cocoon of normality within the framework of a crime is not a syndrome. Just the opposite. It is a survival strategy in a situation with no escape - and much more true to reality than the sweeping categorization of criminals as bloodthirsty beasts and of victims as helpless lambs that society refuses to look beyond."
4 Stars = It touched my heart, and/or gave me much food for thought.
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December 11, 2014I am not able to rate this book.
I have finished it a week ago and since then I have tried to decide which rating would be appropriate. I can't even find the right words for a proper review. All I can say is that it kept me in a constantly alternating state of fury, horror and tearfulness.
I simply can't rate this book.
I have finished it a week ago and since then I have tried to decide which rating would be appropriate. I can't even find the right words for a proper review. All I can say is that it kept me in a constantly alternating state of fury, horror and tearfulness.
I simply can't rate this book.
February 20, 2024
Titulo: 3.096 días
Autor: Natascha Kampusch
Motivo de lectura: #Horror52Weeks
Lectura / Relectura: Lectura
Mi edicion: Electronico
Puntuacion: 4/5
Siempre considero esta clase de lecturas dificiles de abordar, es tener la posibilidad de conocer un poco el alma de alguien a traves de sus palabras, de su propia voz. Esta es una lectura intima, catartica, dolorosa.
Natascha Maria Kampusch es una mujer austriaca que a la edad de 10 años fue secuestrada el 2 de Marzo de 1998 por por Wolfgang Přiklopil, quien la tuvo bajo cautiverio por mas de ocho años (de ahi el titulo de este libro), finalmente Natascha pudo escapar el 23 de Agosto de 2006.
Natascha Maria Kampusch nacida el 17 de Febrero de 1988, es la autora de "3.096 días", libro en el cual redacta el martirio de su cautiverio en manos de Wolfgang Přiklopil.
La mañana del 2 de Marzo de 1998, Kampusch se dirigia hacia la escuela, pero nunca llegaria a destino, seria interceptada por Wolfgang Přiklopil, quien la introduciria a la fuerza en una camioneta y conduciria al domicilio del secuestrador.
En los primeros dias de investigaccion la policia creia que Kampusch habia sido victima de una red de pornografia infantil o incluso algo relacionado al trafico de organos. La realidad es que Kampusch paso años en un sotano a 20 minutos de distancia en auto de su casa materna.
Durante el testimonio escrito por la propia Natascha en este libro tenemos acceso a saber parte del detalle de su secuestro. Přiklopil la redujo a una esclava, donde el abuso, la tortura y las golpizas estaban a la orden del dia.
Wolfgang Přiklopil nacido el 14 de Mayo de 1962, fue el secuestrador de Natascha Maria Kampusch. Přiklopil terminaria suicidandose arrojandose a las vias del tren, el 23 de Agosto de 2006, mismo dia en que Kampusch escaparia. Wolfgang Přiklopil jamas pago por sus horrendos actos.
Natascha Kampusch nunca tuvo una vida facil, en sus primeros años de niñez sufrio maltrato emocional y fisico por parte de su madre, vivio el divorcio de sus padres, y siempre tuvo la sensacion de ser una hija no amada. Me parece tan injusto que ademas de eso, tuviera la mala fortuna de cruzarse con Wolfgang Přiklopil.
A pesar de todo el dolor inenarrable por el que atraveso Natascha, en su propio testimonio no existe el odio, y lo que muchos llamarian "sindrome de Estocolmo" para Natascha fue su mecanismo de defensa para sobrevivir. Al no tener un discurso de odio, Kampusch fue señalada por la prensa y la sociedad, haciendo un juicio moral sobre una sobreviviente que lo unico que aspiraba era recuperar su vida.
El escape de Kampusch es sin dudas un acto heroico inmenso, una batalla mental entre el miedo y la necesidad de recuperar la libertad. Lo que me parece un horror es la reaccion de las personas a las cuales Natascha pide ayuda, personas hostiles que dan verguenza ajena.
La investigacion del caso tuvo muchas irregularidades, la incompetencia de la propia fuerza llego a tal punto que pasaron por alto el testimonio de un hombre que señalo a Wolfgang Přiklopil seis semanas despues del secuestro. Esta declaracion tan clave se "traspapelo" durante la investigacion.
Un libro testimonial, con una prosa simple que transmite el dolor y el martirio de Natascha. Este libro sin dudas fue un paso mas a la sanacion emocional y fisica de Kampusch.
Autor: Natascha Kampusch
Motivo de lectura: #Horror52Weeks
Lectura / Relectura: Lectura
Mi edicion: Electronico
Puntuacion: 4/5
"..Solo ahora, con estas lineas, puedo poner fin a todo aquello y decir de verdad: soy libre.."
Siempre considero esta clase de lecturas dificiles de abordar, es tener la posibilidad de conocer un poco el alma de alguien a traves de sus palabras, de su propia voz. Esta es una lectura intima, catartica, dolorosa.
Natascha Maria Kampusch es una mujer austriaca que a la edad de 10 años fue secuestrada el 2 de Marzo de 1998 por por Wolfgang Přiklopil, quien la tuvo bajo cautiverio por mas de ocho años (de ahi el titulo de este libro), finalmente Natascha pudo escapar el 23 de Agosto de 2006.
Natascha Maria Kampusch nacida el 17 de Febrero de 1988, es la autora de "3.096 días", libro en el cual redacta el martirio de su cautiverio en manos de Wolfgang Přiklopil.
La mañana del 2 de Marzo de 1998, Kampusch se dirigia hacia la escuela, pero nunca llegaria a destino, seria interceptada por Wolfgang Přiklopil, quien la introduciria a la fuerza en una camioneta y conduciria al domicilio del secuestrador.
En los primeros dias de investigaccion la policia creia que Kampusch habia sido victima de una red de pornografia infantil o incluso algo relacionado al trafico de organos. La realidad es que Kampusch paso años en un sotano a 20 minutos de distancia en auto de su casa materna.
Durante el testimonio escrito por la propia Natascha en este libro tenemos acceso a saber parte del detalle de su secuestro. Přiklopil la redujo a una esclava, donde el abuso, la tortura y las golpizas estaban a la orden del dia.
Wolfgang Přiklopil nacido el 14 de Mayo de 1962, fue el secuestrador de Natascha Maria Kampusch. Přiklopil terminaria suicidandose arrojandose a las vias del tren, el 23 de Agosto de 2006, mismo dia en que Kampusch escaparia. Wolfgang Přiklopil jamas pago por sus horrendos actos.
Natascha Kampusch nunca tuvo una vida facil, en sus primeros años de niñez sufrio maltrato emocional y fisico por parte de su madre, vivio el divorcio de sus padres, y siempre tuvo la sensacion de ser una hija no amada. Me parece tan injusto que ademas de eso, tuviera la mala fortuna de cruzarse con Wolfgang Přiklopil.
A pesar de todo el dolor inenarrable por el que atraveso Natascha, en su propio testimonio no existe el odio, y lo que muchos llamarian "sindrome de Estocolmo" para Natascha fue su mecanismo de defensa para sobrevivir. Al no tener un discurso de odio, Kampusch fue señalada por la prensa y la sociedad, haciendo un juicio moral sobre una sobreviviente que lo unico que aspiraba era recuperar su vida.
El escape de Kampusch es sin dudas un acto heroico inmenso, una batalla mental entre el miedo y la necesidad de recuperar la libertad. Lo que me parece un horror es la reaccion de las personas a las cuales Natascha pide ayuda, personas hostiles que dan verguenza ajena.
La investigacion del caso tuvo muchas irregularidades, la incompetencia de la propia fuerza llego a tal punto que pasaron por alto el testimonio de un hombre que señalo a Wolfgang Přiklopil seis semanas despues del secuestro. Esta declaracion tan clave se "traspapelo" durante la investigacion.
Un libro testimonial, con una prosa simple que transmite el dolor y el martirio de Natascha. Este libro sin dudas fue un paso mas a la sanacion emocional y fisica de Kampusch.
October 26, 2017
Ich bin sprachlos.
October 21, 2011
it is hard to rate a book like this with any number of stars. i applaud ms kampusch for having the courage and strength to make it through the ordeal without losing herself, and to process it in part by writing down her story.
in my opinion, her account gives very good insight in the damage that is done not only to the body, but also to the mind and soul of the victim of a violent crime. she describes in a detached way the mechanisms her mind resorted to, like feeling compassion for the abuser and dissociating during abuse. it sounds a bit like she feels a need to justify her behavior and - most definitely - to educate her audience; sadly, in the latter point, i agree with her.
it is shocking to hear how she perceived "ordinary people" outside of her prison as indifferent and bored. when she finally asks for help, the woman whose door she rings says "so why are you coming to me?!". just imagine. and yet, does it surprise anyone? it does not surprise me.
i agree with ms kampusch when she says that society needs "monsters" like her abductor an abuser, such spectacular cases where everything seems so clear, where pointing fingers to "the bad one" is so easy - just so that they can forget about what is happening maybe right next door, about the crimes done to their own children's friends, or maybe even their own children.
in some parts of the book, i feel that ms kampusch generalizes a bit too far, based on her own story. i dont think she can make a substantial statement on whether or not there was more than one perpetrator in the dutroux case, where the victims lived through a similar, yet different kind of nightmare, and survived it with their own coping mechanisms.
on the whole, the book is reads like a detached, factual, analytical account from today's perspective. it does not go deep into emotions, barely at all; and maybe this is why it feels a bit "dry", or at least different than what i and maybe others expected.
in any case, writing this book just the way she did it was one step on the healing path of this courageous and strong woman, and as such, it is valuable beyond any stars or critiques.
in my opinion, her account gives very good insight in the damage that is done not only to the body, but also to the mind and soul of the victim of a violent crime. she describes in a detached way the mechanisms her mind resorted to, like feeling compassion for the abuser and dissociating during abuse. it sounds a bit like she feels a need to justify her behavior and - most definitely - to educate her audience; sadly, in the latter point, i agree with her.
it is shocking to hear how she perceived "ordinary people" outside of her prison as indifferent and bored. when she finally asks for help, the woman whose door she rings says "so why are you coming to me?!". just imagine. and yet, does it surprise anyone? it does not surprise me.
i agree with ms kampusch when she says that society needs "monsters" like her abductor an abuser, such spectacular cases where everything seems so clear, where pointing fingers to "the bad one" is so easy - just so that they can forget about what is happening maybe right next door, about the crimes done to their own children's friends, or maybe even their own children.
in some parts of the book, i feel that ms kampusch generalizes a bit too far, based on her own story. i dont think she can make a substantial statement on whether or not there was more than one perpetrator in the dutroux case, where the victims lived through a similar, yet different kind of nightmare, and survived it with their own coping mechanisms.
on the whole, the book is reads like a detached, factual, analytical account from today's perspective. it does not go deep into emotions, barely at all; and maybe this is why it feels a bit "dry", or at least different than what i and maybe others expected.
in any case, writing this book just the way she did it was one step on the healing path of this courageous and strong woman, and as such, it is valuable beyond any stars or critiques.
April 25, 2019
How do you begin to rate or review something so personal?
This book was hard to get through, not only because of the content but also the writing style. It was at hard times to follow and she seemed to contradict her experiences throughout. She spends multiple pages vehemently denying she has suffered from Stockholm syndrome all the while saying how evil but kind her kidnapper was.
A huge portion of the book is dedicated to her "difficult" childhood. From someone who suffered so much later it was rather strange to hear some of her complaints of her childhood. "I was now 5 years old and I had gone from being a cheerful toddler to an insecure, taciturn person who no longer liked life."
I cannot begin to imagine the difficulty of writing of such experiences so I don't want to sound harsh but many things felt glossed over about her times in captivity.
This book was hard to get through, not only because of the content but also the writing style. It was at hard times to follow and she seemed to contradict her experiences throughout. She spends multiple pages vehemently denying she has suffered from Stockholm syndrome all the while saying how evil but kind her kidnapper was.
A huge portion of the book is dedicated to her "difficult" childhood. From someone who suffered so much later it was rather strange to hear some of her complaints of her childhood. "I was now 5 years old and I had gone from being a cheerful toddler to an insecure, taciturn person who no longer liked life."
I cannot begin to imagine the difficulty of writing of such experiences so I don't want to sound harsh but many things felt glossed over about her times in captivity.
July 7, 2020
Grāmatu klubiņa uzdevums ielekt žanrā, ko parasti neizvēlos. Patieso nozieguma stāstu lasot, ļoti jūtams, ka Nataša Kampuša pamatīgi pētījusi spīdzināšanas tehnikas, gan no laupītāja, gan upura psiholoģiju, statistisko informāciju un tā laika bērnu nolaupīšanas gadījumus, visticamāk tas noticis jau grāmatu rakstot un noteikti ne bez zinoša redaktora rokas vai vismaz psihoterapeita palīdzības.
Stāsts kaut kur galvā man sasaucās ar 2012. gadā lasīto Emmas Donahjū "Istaba". Varbūt tieši "Istabas" iespaidā, gaidīju arī no Kampušas vairāk par dzīvi pēc ieslodzījuma nekā grāmatā patiešām bija. Ziņkārības pēc kaut kad jāizlasa viņas otrā grāmata par 10 gadiem brīvībā.
Plašāk blogā: https://lalksne.blogspot.com/2020/07/...
Stāsts kaut kur galvā man sasaucās ar 2012. gadā lasīto Emmas Donahjū "Istaba". Varbūt tieši "Istabas" iespaidā, gaidīju arī no Kampušas vairāk par dzīvi pēc ieslodzījuma nekā grāmatā patiešām bija. Ziņkārības pēc kaut kad jāizlasa viņas otrā grāmata par 10 gadiem brīvībā.
Plašāk blogā: https://lalksne.blogspot.com/2020/07/...
September 26, 2019
I read this several months ago. But then I recently read The Girl in the Cellar. And now this one is clicking so much better
May 17, 2013
Wow. I don't know if my English vocabulary will be enough to describe everything I felt reading this (so expect a lot of grammar errors), but I feel the need of doing it in English hopping this way it will be read by more people than writing this in Spanish, because I think everybody should read this book. Well written considering this girl has nothing else than basic education, provided mostly by herself and her incredible desire of superation, inside and outside her imprisonment.
This woman, since she stopped being a girl earlier than usual, is the most brave woman I have ever met. This book is incredible human because is written by the principal actor in the story, with a truly perspective of the feelings and mechanisms she had to developed to survived. The major sign of human intelligence is the hability of adaptation to new situations, because that's what survival relies on. And that's what she had to do (although after her autoliberation she was judge by the public opinion for developing this mechanisms, totally involuntaries since she had no idea they were growing inside her mind, she didn't had other choice and they were necessaries for her spiritual, physical, psychological and emotional survival).
She is an incredible woman. She never forget who she was no matter how much mental manipulation Priklopil practiced on her. Is this manipulation since she was a little girl what creates her "mental imprisonment", an illusion of total dependence on her abductor, of being less than nothing, that creates the false idea that she wouldn't be able to scape. She explains this manipulation so good in her book, that we start to understand why the victims of family violence don't leave either. What I will never understand is how we,as a society, can be so cruel to judge this people. "Why doesn't this person leave? Maybe he/she likes being bitten" "Why this girl didn't leave her captor sooner. She had some opportunities. Maybe she really didn't want lo leave him" NO! That's not it!! It's a mental inability to believe in their selves created for the agressor's lies.
She achieves to autoliberates herself, first from her mental imprinsonment, and this gave her the power to actually physically leave, and she is judge by us because she wants to rule HER life HER way, because she refuses to give the morbid details necessaries for us to really feel sorry for her (otherwise she doesn't deserve our sympathy, which, by the way, she had NEVER ask for). Now Natascha and her story are not enough for our expectations.
And knowing how difficult is to grow healthy, to achieve "normally" in this society, even in a regular family, I ask myself: how many of us, who judge Natascha, would be able not only to survive but to keep the hability of being happy, of not being defined by such a horrible experience and be able to move on and built a happy and normal life?
So, yes, I feel incredibly proud of this woman that I had never met except on papers and news. She is not only brave and intelligent but an amazing human being, for being able to feel sympathy for a very sad little man in an ambient of sadness, crazyness and torture, for never let herself go, and for go on.
I wish this book means closure for her, and she can star what she always dream for herself.
This woman, since she stopped being a girl earlier than usual, is the most brave woman I have ever met. This book is incredible human because is written by the principal actor in the story, with a truly perspective of the feelings and mechanisms she had to developed to survived. The major sign of human intelligence is the hability of adaptation to new situations, because that's what survival relies on. And that's what she had to do (although after her autoliberation she was judge by the public opinion for developing this mechanisms, totally involuntaries since she had no idea they were growing inside her mind, she didn't had other choice and they were necessaries for her spiritual, physical, psychological and emotional survival).
She is an incredible woman. She never forget who she was no matter how much mental manipulation Priklopil practiced on her. Is this manipulation since she was a little girl what creates her "mental imprisonment", an illusion of total dependence on her abductor, of being less than nothing, that creates the false idea that she wouldn't be able to scape. She explains this manipulation so good in her book, that we start to understand why the victims of family violence don't leave either. What I will never understand is how we,as a society, can be so cruel to judge this people. "Why doesn't this person leave? Maybe he/she likes being bitten" "Why this girl didn't leave her captor sooner. She had some opportunities. Maybe she really didn't want lo leave him" NO! That's not it!! It's a mental inability to believe in their selves created for the agressor's lies.
She achieves to autoliberates herself, first from her mental imprinsonment, and this gave her the power to actually physically leave, and she is judge by us because she wants to rule HER life HER way, because she refuses to give the morbid details necessaries for us to really feel sorry for her (otherwise she doesn't deserve our sympathy, which, by the way, she had NEVER ask for). Now Natascha and her story are not enough for our expectations.
And knowing how difficult is to grow healthy, to achieve "normally" in this society, even in a regular family, I ask myself: how many of us, who judge Natascha, would be able not only to survive but to keep the hability of being happy, of not being defined by such a horrible experience and be able to move on and built a happy and normal life?
So, yes, I feel incredibly proud of this woman that I had never met except on papers and news. She is not only brave and intelligent but an amazing human being, for being able to feel sympathy for a very sad little man in an ambient of sadness, crazyness and torture, for never let herself go, and for go on.
I wish this book means closure for her, and she can star what she always dream for herself.
July 17, 2014
A rare look at a kidnap victim's story, after she was able to escape her abductor after 8 years imprisonment. Her true tale from her own perspective, including her feelings about her kidnapper, and the Stockholm Syndrome, among many other things.
Natascha Kampusch was taken by Wolfgang Priklopil in March, 1998 when she was only 10 years old, on her way to school. She was locked away, sleeping underground in a basement-like dungeon, where she was eventually starved, beaten, and treated as a slave. Later she was forced to work for her tormentor doing remodeling of the home's interior.
Priklopil kept her in a weakened state, and tried to kill her spirit, in an effort to bind her to him, and make her give up all thoughts of escaping. But she kept a flame of hope alive always, by thinking of her family, and freedom, and she never allowed him to totally bend her to his will.
I remember reading a magazine article about her story awhile back, and how she tried to keep some privacy about her story. She really didn't want to be in the public eye, which is understandable. This is the first time her story has really been told. I was amazed and so impressed at how her spirit survived all the abuse she was subjected to by that man with physical beatings all the time, and concerted attacks on her mentally also. She's quite the survivor! And then all the weirdness that follows from the public, after she managed to free herself.
An excellent story.
Natascha Kampusch was taken by Wolfgang Priklopil in March, 1998 when she was only 10 years old, on her way to school. She was locked away, sleeping underground in a basement-like dungeon, where she was eventually starved, beaten, and treated as a slave. Later she was forced to work for her tormentor doing remodeling of the home's interior.
Priklopil kept her in a weakened state, and tried to kill her spirit, in an effort to bind her to him, and make her give up all thoughts of escaping. But she kept a flame of hope alive always, by thinking of her family, and freedom, and she never allowed him to totally bend her to his will.
I remember reading a magazine article about her story awhile back, and how she tried to keep some privacy about her story. She really didn't want to be in the public eye, which is understandable. This is the first time her story has really been told. I was amazed and so impressed at how her spirit survived all the abuse she was subjected to by that man with physical beatings all the time, and concerted attacks on her mentally also. She's quite the survivor! And then all the weirdness that follows from the public, after she managed to free herself.
An excellent story.
June 6, 2022
Eine Biographie einer jungen Frau, die durch die Hölle gegangen ist und sich selbst vor einem Mann gerettet hat, der sie entführte und jahrelang misshandelt hat.
Ich selbst war damals 16 Jahre alt als Natascha Kampusch ihrem Peiniger entkam und ich bewundere ihre Stärke, die sie in all den Jahren trotz der Bemühungen des Täters nicht verloren hat.
Im Gegensatz zu manchen anderen Rezensoren ist es meiner Meinung nicht schlimm, dass es manche Aspekte ihrer Gefangenschaft gibt (insbesondere sexueller Missbrauch) über den sie nicht reden möchte.
Auch ohne diese Schilderungen wird gezeigt, was für ein Martyrium diese junge Frau überlebt hat.
Es ist definitiv kein einfacher Stoff und nichts was man hören sollte, wenn man deprimiert ist, aber es ist eine wichtige Geschichte.
Ich selbst war damals 16 Jahre alt als Natascha Kampusch ihrem Peiniger entkam und ich bewundere ihre Stärke, die sie in all den Jahren trotz der Bemühungen des Täters nicht verloren hat.
Im Gegensatz zu manchen anderen Rezensoren ist es meiner Meinung nicht schlimm, dass es manche Aspekte ihrer Gefangenschaft gibt (insbesondere sexueller Missbrauch) über den sie nicht reden möchte.
Auch ohne diese Schilderungen wird gezeigt, was für ein Martyrium diese junge Frau überlebt hat.
Es ist definitiv kein einfacher Stoff und nichts was man hören sollte, wenn man deprimiert ist, aber es ist eine wichtige Geschichte.
May 6, 2025
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July 24, 2019
This is the story of Natascha Kampusch, abducted when she was ten years old and kept captive for more than 8 years. The book is very short and structured but it is sufficient to tell the story. Any longer and it would have been an exercise in voyeurism, any less would have been useless for telling the story. She writes well enough to make you connect with her story, and unfortunately, also with that of her kidnapper.
She tries to fill in the blanks about the psychological makeup of the man who kidnapped her, and I think that is a very important aspect of the crime. In the process, she also tries to undemonise him, which is understandable since he was the only person she was in contact with for so many years. It is not possible that she would not have developed some kind of attachment to him. But this is precisely what is called the Stockholm Syndrome. Kampusch repeats again and again that she does not have Stockholm Syndrome, and then goes on to repeat that she has feelings for her kidnapper because he took care of her and that no one is always evil. It was at times irritating to read - the feeling one gets when one listens to an abused wife that her husband is kind most of the time. Natascha also seems to have unending anger against people who are trying to help her live her life. These are issues she needs to deal with at some point if she wants to be really free.
The biography seems honest enough, though she seems to have left out plenty of details. There has been accusations against her mother, which have not been explored. It is pretty clear the mother was abusive, just not clear that she was sexually abusive.
It is incredible how people cope with extreme horror and this is a story of survival. Finally, it has to be appreciated that she even wrote this biography and she does not owe any of us any further details of the horrors she faced. I am only sad that the man escaped punishment by committing suicide.
She tries to fill in the blanks about the psychological makeup of the man who kidnapped her, and I think that is a very important aspect of the crime. In the process, she also tries to undemonise him, which is understandable since he was the only person she was in contact with for so many years. It is not possible that she would not have developed some kind of attachment to him. But this is precisely what is called the Stockholm Syndrome. Kampusch repeats again and again that she does not have Stockholm Syndrome, and then goes on to repeat that she has feelings for her kidnapper because he took care of her and that no one is always evil. It was at times irritating to read - the feeling one gets when one listens to an abused wife that her husband is kind most of the time. Natascha also seems to have unending anger against people who are trying to help her live her life. These are issues she needs to deal with at some point if she wants to be really free.
The biography seems honest enough, though she seems to have left out plenty of details. There has been accusations against her mother, which have not been explored. It is pretty clear the mother was abusive, just not clear that she was sexually abusive.
It is incredible how people cope with extreme horror and this is a story of survival. Finally, it has to be appreciated that she even wrote this biography and she does not owe any of us any further details of the horrors she faced. I am only sad that the man escaped punishment by committing suicide.
January 12, 2015
How does a person survive 8 1/2 years of captivity, kept by a man who brutalizes her? Natascha's story is an amazing one--how a 10 year old girl finds herself thrown into a van and whisked away to an underground bunker, well hidden in an ordinary looking house in the city. She comes from an unhappy family situation and seems already inured to living in less-than-ideal circumstances. I'm only an amateur psychologist, but even I can see the ways that she is twisted by growing up in captivity. I think it is revealing that she now owns the house in which she spent those years--now she controls the experience. She survived the brutal attentions of a man with obvious mental illness (paranoia at the very least) and a strong misogynistic bias. She is the only thing in his life that he can control, and she proves that even that control is not complete in the various stands that she takes (refusing to call him by various titles he dreams up for himself, refusing to kneel before him). We truly don't know how strong we can be until we are in conflict situations, but I admire her courage & strength.
August 20, 2020
Tümüyle gerçeklere dayanan böyle bir kitabı puanlamak çok zor. Genelde kurgu, karakterler ve anlatım şekline dikkat ederken bu kitapta anlatım şekli harici eleştirebileceğim başka birşey olamaz. Kitabı merak ettiğim için aldım ama okumaya cesaret edebilmem için süre geçmesi gerekti. Natascha'nın yaşadıkları çok korkunç ama küçücük yaşına ragmen bunlarla başa çıkabilmesi inanılmaz. Okumaya başlarken en büyük çekincem cinsel istismar olabilecek sahnelere nasıl dayanacağımdı. Neyseki kitapta bu tarz şeyleri anlatmıyor.
April 12, 2021
3096 de zile este o mărturie șocantă despre cei opt ani și jumătate de captivitate ai Nataschei Kampusch, despre chinurile și torturile fizice și psihice la care un copil a fost supus din cauza minții perverse și bolnave a unui bărbat ce nu reușea să își găsească locul în societate. Cartea este scrisă cu o sinceritate absolută, care uneori te ia prin surprindere, mai ales atunci când Natascha încearcă să prezinte totul cu lumini și umbre, căci, dincolo de orice, ea a reușit să analizeze tot ceea ce a pătimit cu o luciditate desăvârșită, fapt care o face să nu devină o victimă, ci o luptătoare, care a strâns din dinți, s-a opus unde s-a putut și a reușit să iasă învingătoare din mâinile răpitorului său.
Povestea tinerei austriece se citește cu lacrimi în ochi și cu o strângere puternică de stomac, pentru că vezi cu ochii minții spațiul minuscul în care a fost închisă o copilă de doar zece ani, ce a devenit victima minții paranoice și bolnave a unui bărbat pe care nu îl cunoștea. Ajunge să fie prizoniera lui vreme de opt ani și jumătate, practic crește și se dezvoltă într-un mediu destul propice pentru un copil. Cunoaște doar spațiul minuscul pe care răpitorul său i-l permite, dar asta nu o împiedică să lupte pentru viața ei și să își depășească total condiția de victimă. Naturală, fidelă și extrem de lipsită de autocompătimire este mărturia tinerei, a celei care a avut curajul de a se expune total lumii, de a se deschide, de a spune ce a pătimit și de se remarca prin forța interioară, care a propulsat-o deasupra chinurilor și a voinței demente a omului care a ținut-o captivă:
„Acum mă simt îndeajuns de puternică încât să spun întreaga istorie a captivității mele.”
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Povestea tinerei austriece se citește cu lacrimi în ochi și cu o strângere puternică de stomac, pentru că vezi cu ochii minții spațiul minuscul în care a fost închisă o copilă de doar zece ani, ce a devenit victima minții paranoice și bolnave a unui bărbat pe care nu îl cunoștea. Ajunge să fie prizoniera lui vreme de opt ani și jumătate, practic crește și se dezvoltă într-un mediu destul propice pentru un copil. Cunoaște doar spațiul minuscul pe care răpitorul său i-l permite, dar asta nu o împiedică să lupte pentru viața ei și să își depășească total condiția de victimă. Naturală, fidelă și extrem de lipsită de autocompătimire este mărturia tinerei, a celei care a avut curajul de a se expune total lumii, de a se deschide, de a spune ce a pătimit și de se remarca prin forța interioară, care a propulsat-o deasupra chinurilor și a voinței demente a omului care a ținut-o captivă:
„Acum mă simt îndeajuns de puternică încât să spun întreaga istorie a captivității mele.”
https://crampeiedesufletblog.wordpres...
September 10, 2012
This book is so incredibly scary, so difficult even to read! I cannot imagine how difficult it must have been to Natascha to actually survive this all. The fact that she actually managed to stay alive and grow and develop shows that the powers that be were guarding her.
I was so sorry to learn about the death of her beloved grandmother during her captivity! I understand how deep the bond between grandparents and grandchildren can be, and how devastating it feels when something happems to one of them.
I hope everything will be good with Natascha. She is strong and brave and responsible, she went through hell on earth and emerged a good person. She is a true survivor amd fighter. I hope she heals and has a great life! She deserves all the happiness, freedom and all the best in this life!
I was so sorry to learn about the death of her beloved grandmother during her captivity! I understand how deep the bond between grandparents and grandchildren can be, and how devastating it feels when something happems to one of them.
I hope everything will be good with Natascha. She is strong and brave and responsible, she went through hell on earth and emerged a good person. She is a true survivor amd fighter. I hope she heals and has a great life! She deserves all the happiness, freedom and all the best in this life!
December 1, 2021
UM AVISO BEM IMPORTANTE: eu fico muito receosa de colocar a avaliação de cinco estrelas, porque claramente é um livro que precisa ter um cuidado. Foi para mim uma classificação alta, da forma que mexeu comigo, ver essa perspectiva de um crime real, mas eu te peço duas coisas caso você se interesse a lê-lo: primeiro, tenha muito cuidado, obviamente esse livro tem inúmeros gatilhos – sequestro, cativeiro, tortura física e psicológica, violência física e psicológica, manipulação e etc –, mas também peço que você tenha certa responsabilidade, e além de tudo, uma sensibilidade a tudo que ela escreveu lá. é um relato de uma pessoa que perdeu sua infância, cresceu com a companhia de seu sequestrador por oito anos de sua vida, sensibilidade é o mínimo que a gente tem a oferecer.
eu não sei o que atribuir a esse livro além de cinco estrelas. é muito difícil classificar não-ficção, ainda mais uma dessa magnitude. eu já tinha tido contato com a história da Natasha, me chamou a atenção desde o primeiro segundo, mas sempre me faltou coragem de ler o livro - pense que é um relato de toda a monstruosidade sendo contata diretamente na primeira pessoa, por quem a viveu pelos 3096 dias de sua vida ser sequestrada, torturada e violentada. É uma perspectiva difícil, sofrida e sem dúvidas muito única. É difícil de digerir, tive que parar com a leitura várias vezes porque mesmo sendo uma escrita simples e leve, é duro de ler e acredito que consegui chegar até o fim por saber que, no fim, tudo ficou bem.
eu só espero que dentro do possível ela esteja bem, se sinta realmente livre como ela diz no final e que haja esperança para ela reconstruir a vida dela mesmo com tantos anos perdidos e esmagados.
há seus momentos revoltantes, principalmente em relação a irresponsabilidade da polícia que teria encerrado esse caso muito tempo antes se dessem ouvidos as testemunhas certas e, no fim, as pessoas. tem um momento do livro que ela diz "A simpatia oferecida à vítima é enganadora. As pessoas amam a vítima apenas quando se sentem superiores a ela." e é bizarro como as pessoas agiram com ela depois da fuga, principalmente por não agir de acordo como elas achavam que deveria ser, ela conseguir superar (visivelmente) seus traumas, conseguir falar sobre foi encarado como algo errado, proveitoso da parte dela e eu fico me perguntando o que é suficiente para as pessoas?
pense bem antes de ler esse livro, mas se for, o que peço é que tenha o olhar certo.
eu não sei o que atribuir a esse livro além de cinco estrelas. é muito difícil classificar não-ficção, ainda mais uma dessa magnitude. eu já tinha tido contato com a história da Natasha, me chamou a atenção desde o primeiro segundo, mas sempre me faltou coragem de ler o livro - pense que é um relato de toda a monstruosidade sendo contata diretamente na primeira pessoa, por quem a viveu pelos 3096 dias de sua vida ser sequestrada, torturada e violentada. É uma perspectiva difícil, sofrida e sem dúvidas muito única. É difícil de digerir, tive que parar com a leitura várias vezes porque mesmo sendo uma escrita simples e leve, é duro de ler e acredito que consegui chegar até o fim por saber que, no fim, tudo ficou bem.
eu só espero que dentro do possível ela esteja bem, se sinta realmente livre como ela diz no final e que haja esperança para ela reconstruir a vida dela mesmo com tantos anos perdidos e esmagados.
há seus momentos revoltantes, principalmente em relação a irresponsabilidade da polícia que teria encerrado esse caso muito tempo antes se dessem ouvidos as testemunhas certas e, no fim, as pessoas. tem um momento do livro que ela diz "A simpatia oferecida à vítima é enganadora. As pessoas amam a vítima apenas quando se sentem superiores a ela." e é bizarro como as pessoas agiram com ela depois da fuga, principalmente por não agir de acordo como elas achavam que deveria ser, ela conseguir superar (visivelmente) seus traumas, conseguir falar sobre foi encarado como algo errado, proveitoso da parte dela e eu fico me perguntando o que é suficiente para as pessoas?
pense bem antes de ler esse livro, mas se for, o que peço é que tenha o olhar certo.
May 14, 2019
Wat een heftig verhaal is dit, maar wat fijn dat Natascha door dit boek te schrijven een hoofdstuk van haar leven af kon sluiten. Ze is zo moedig geweest gedurende haar gevangenschap, maar ook daarna! Dit is een verhaal dat me nog lang bij zal blijven.
April 1, 2020
Ah be Natascha. Sen neler yaşamışsın böyle. Gerçek bir hayat hikayesi. Viyana’da 1998 yılında kaçırılan Natascha tam 8.5 yıl bir bodrumda esir tutulur. 18 yaşına girdiğinde kendine söz verir. Bu zindandan kurtulacaktır.
Olay örgüsü tamamen olayı yaşayan tarafından kurgulanmadan anlatılmış. Tüm bu süre boyunca yaşanan psikolojik ve fiziksel işkencenin boyutları dehşet verici. Okudukça olayın içine çekiliyorsunuz ve bir şekilde sizi etkiliyor. Gerçek hayatta böyle şeyler olduğunu bir kez daha tokat gibi vuruyor yüzünüze. Filmi varmış. Filmini de izleyeceğim.
Eğer psikolojiniz kaldırabilir ise okuyun. Etkileyici bir derin darbe.
Olay örgüsü tamamen olayı yaşayan tarafından kurgulanmadan anlatılmış. Tüm bu süre boyunca yaşanan psikolojik ve fiziksel işkencenin boyutları dehşet verici. Okudukça olayın içine çekiliyorsunuz ve bir şekilde sizi etkiliyor. Gerçek hayatta böyle şeyler olduğunu bir kez daha tokat gibi vuruyor yüzünüze. Filmi varmış. Filmini de izleyeceğim.
Eğer psikolojiniz kaldırabilir ise okuyun. Etkileyici bir derin darbe.
February 15, 2019
Natascha Kampusch was born on 17-Feb-1988 in Vienna, Austria. At the age of ten she was abducted. This is her story. She provides some background of her life on a council estate on the outskirts of Vienna. Her mother and father moved apart when she was five years old. Natascha was never a confident girl, and this certainly did not help. She was quite insecure. Something was happening in Austria in the mid to late 1990s. Young girls were being molested and killed. Natascha even lists some of the incidents. ‘The psychologists interviewed on TV advised us back then not to resist the attackers so as not to risk being killed’. What is all this about? Sickening.
I was so angry reading about her abduction and the beatings that he gave her. Just give me 5 minutes with him in the dungeon that he kept her in. It just made me mad reading it. How someone could do this I’ll never know. Completely robbed her of her childhood and teenage years.
It was the diary entries made by Natascha when she was captive that are the most telling. The verbal and physical abuse and degradation of a young girl for his perverted benefit. There is a lot that she did not want to re-visit in this book and who can blame her although it did come out in the public domain at a later stage. What is in the book is enough for the reader to understand what the poor girl went through for over 8 years. I was willing her on with her escape even though you know it happens. ‘I had chosen life. Only death remained for the kidnapper’.
There are many complexities and conflicting feelings generated by Natascha that only someone who has been in this position can understand. She lays them out. It is staggering how some people felt towards her after the escape due to her views not being black and white. Good and Evil. It is far more layered than that.
I think I better read something a bit more calming next.
I was so angry reading about her abduction and the beatings that he gave her. Just give me 5 minutes with him in the dungeon that he kept her in. It just made me mad reading it. How someone could do this I’ll never know. Completely robbed her of her childhood and teenage years.
It was the diary entries made by Natascha when she was captive that are the most telling. The verbal and physical abuse and degradation of a young girl for his perverted benefit. There is a lot that she did not want to re-visit in this book and who can blame her although it did come out in the public domain at a later stage. What is in the book is enough for the reader to understand what the poor girl went through for over 8 years. I was willing her on with her escape even though you know it happens. ‘I had chosen life. Only death remained for the kidnapper’.
There are many complexities and conflicting feelings generated by Natascha that only someone who has been in this position can understand. She lays them out. It is staggering how some people felt towards her after the escape due to her views not being black and white. Good and Evil. It is far more layered than that.
I think I better read something a bit more calming next.
March 14, 2017
Αυτό το βιβλίο μιλάει για ένα απεχθές έγκλημα εναντιον ενός παιδιού και, τον εφιάλτη κάθε γονιού. Δε θελω να πω περισσότερα για την πλοκή, εχω να κάνω ομως την εξης παρατήρηση... Διαβάζοντας τόσο την αντιμετώπιση που ειχε η Νατάσα ως παιδί απο τους γονεις - που αδιαμφισβήτητα την αγαπούσαν - και το σχολείο, καθώς και την αντιμετώπιση της εκ των υστέρων απο τους ανθρωπους που ζητησε βοηθεια οταν καταφερε να το σκασει απο τον απαγωγεα της ( αλλα και απο αυτους που την προσεγγισαν μετά)... σαν την Ελλαδα δεν υπαρχει βρε παιδια... μπορει η νοοτροπία μας να πασχει σε πολλά επίπεδα, ομως η ζεστασιά και η αγάπη που δειχνουμε σε όποιον εχει αναγκη δεν συναντάται συχνα... Διάβαζα, ιδιαιτερα στις τελευταιες σελιδες, για τη στιγμή που το εσκασε απο το δραστη της και ετρεχε στους δρομους πανικοβλητη ζητωντας βοηθεια και της απαντουσαν "και τι να κάνω εγώ", " δεν εχω κινητό επάνω μου", " εμένα βρηκες να ρωτησεις" και ανατριχιαζα....
February 9, 2012
I already knew that the mind goes to great length in order to survive. But in the case of Natascha Kampusch, it went far bayond anything that is imagine-able!
The book tells the story of her capitivity in Nataschas words. Well almost. They are her words, but her memories were clearly (and good for her) very much analyzed and that is what you can read in this book.
I remember the Kampusch case making headlines when she was kidnapped. I will never forget her mother seeing a "seer", who told the media that she knows that Natascha is alive. Who believed that back then?!
I liked the book, because I like to know how "winners" or in this case "survivors" tick. It was interesting and unbelievable of course. It just felt like I was in one of her therapy sessions. But that was probably the only, safe way for her to enter her "memories".
The book tells the story of her capitivity in Nataschas words. Well almost. They are her words, but her memories were clearly (and good for her) very much analyzed and that is what you can read in this book.
I remember the Kampusch case making headlines when she was kidnapped. I will never forget her mother seeing a "seer", who told the media that she knows that Natascha is alive. Who believed that back then?!
I liked the book, because I like to know how "winners" or in this case "survivors" tick. It was interesting and unbelievable of course. It just felt like I was in one of her therapy sessions. But that was probably the only, safe way for her to enter her "memories".
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