Water gurgled, birds chirped as the siren wailed on and on. Pain, memory and continuity all at the same time.
An hour after I stood in silence along with the rest of Israel for that haunting minute, I applied for my Israeli passport. The old and the new realities all so close together: persecution and systematic genocide but also strength and survival.
I know that what I write is nothing new – it is the common theme of almost all talks and articles on Yom HaShoah, Holocaust Remembrance Day. Yet what struck me as I stood with other students in the Hebrew University’s Botanical Garden was how poignant the oft-spoken words are. It became clear to me.
Will the Holocaust become like the Crusades and the Chelminki Massacres in time? A historical tragedy in the consciousness of our people that slips away? Perhaps. However, it will forever live on. Jews do not forget. We will never forget.