I'm going to start with the end of the day first, I think, because the earlier part deserves to stand out.
I got off the Metro and walked down to
Lush. Many, many of my friends, people whose judgement I trust fully, like their products, and since I have a nice big tub here at the hotel
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Maybe it is time, I look at this chapter of history again, as adult. Not forced on me, as it was in school, and not in a group of teenagers that gives a certain dynamic, but from my free own will.
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Perhaps it might be different now - perhaps letters or interviews would move me more now - but what chilled me then was seeing the gas chamber and thinking back to the photos I'd seen a few minutes earlier in the museum of that same room piled high with bodies. It was no longer something remote in a picture, a film or a book but something real. People, tens of thousands of people had died - been murdered - right where I was standing. And that memory is still so vivid, 25 years later...
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Now I'm reminded, I must make a point of remembering to revisit sometime when I will have the time to do it justice.
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Years ago, when I was in Ieper, Belgium, on business, I found myself at the World War I memorial park. "Ieper" is the Flemish name; you probably know it by the French name, Ypres.
As I stepped down through the tower, looking at the names carved in the walls, I unexpectedly saw a Jewish name, with a British military affiliation. Then another. I touched them and said Kaddish for them, and for all the others there.
Here is something I wrote thirteen years ago for Yom haShoah (Holocaust Remembrance Day). I've made a couple of little revisions since then, but I'm not going to put them in at this point or delay this comment to do so.
Again, thank you.
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