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When considering the friendship Maurice Blanchot refers to the statement: “Ah, my friends, there is no friend”, ascribed to Aristotle. After Auschwitz it is impossible to look at a friend without certain distrust and the friendship finds its “true name” in the core of this aporetic tension and invincible contradiction For Blanchot the „true name of friendship“ is a faceless friendship beyond the notion of friend, which after the holocaust could reintroduce the infinite into our thinking.