Now Primo Levi is "discharged to his great pleasure." However, he still dreams of pleasure, which is more than just foods, which others desire. His dream is about the whistle, hard bed and his neighbor. He soon figures out that no one is paying attention to what he is saying, and that his dream is only "dream."
"In fact, they are completely indifferent: they speak confusedly of other things
among themselves, as if I was not there. My sister looks at me, get up and goes
away without a word. A desolating grief is now born in me, like certain barely
remembered pains of one's early infancy."
This chapter shows how the attitudes of people change as their circumstances change. If people around Primo Levi were listening to him as "civilians," they would have considered it nostalgic; in Auschwitz, it's stays a "dream." Unrealistic but creative. From the very point they rode on the train, they are stuck in the Auschwitz, a closed, but endless death camp, where there is no tomorrow.
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