Auschwitz & BirkenauA Poem by David Kaminsky4/18/12 — March of the Living
I keep asking everyone if they're okay.
An uneasy glance is exchanged with an unspoken idea: I don't know. The realities of the Holocaust seem unreal as we pass piles of cut hair, shoes, and suitcases. We walk in disbelief, not wanting to accept the past. Today, we toured Auschwitz. We walked Birkenau. With the horrors surrounding these areas, with the ruins of death still remaining, we find everything pretty overwhelming. In my mind, the sunny weather made is worse. How can these places be lit up by sunlight after such events? Yet, my mind changed throughout the day. Two amazing survivors talked to my group. The first we met in front of a picture of women and children, dressed in uniforms, behind the barbed-wire fences. With one powerful motion, the woman points to a small child wrapped around the shoulders of a middle-aged woman and says: "That's me." We were all shocked as she tells her story. As most of us tear up, thinking about her life, about all the pain she went through, she tells us: "Don't be sad. I'm alive, aren't I?" A few hours later, Trudy tells us her story. She witnessed the deaths of many close people. She learned to blend in, survived on little bread and water. Her story came to and end as tears ran down her face, over joyed about the room filled with teens who are passionate about learning of the Holocaust. Gradually, an idea radiated throughout the day: We often only see the bad and forget the good. But the survivors don't want that; they want us never to experience a dark day in our lives. -David Kaminsky © 2013 David KaminskyAuthor's Note
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1 Review Added on January 30, 2013 Last Updated on January 30, 2013 AuthorDavid KaminskyEllicott City, MDAboutI often find that there is a certain beauty in pain. However much it heart, breaks, and screams... it signifies something bigger, something so powerful that it stops everything in your life and consum.. more..Writing
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