One of the most memorable experiences in my life is having had the opportunity to live in Israel surrounded by Holocaust survivors. On one kibbutz the majority of residents were either survivors or children of survivors. You can read all of the books in the world about the holocaust and apart from actually living through it, one can never really fathom the inhumane atrocities handed out by fellow man. In my mid-twenties the stories I heard, and lives I encountered, has undoubtedly shaped who ...
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High on a narrow path we crept.
Eyes forced left,
we dared not look below.

The ancient path was cracking.
Crumbling, pebbles fell around us.
Nobody muttered a word.

Too late to turn around,
people were behind us.
Step-by-step, look left. Be quiet.

I was calm until she started
panicking, sniffling tears.
Why did she come? I whisper silently.

Be quiet. Look left.
Without pity I bitterly reach
my hand to take hers.

This was to be fun.
For miles you can see
the desert below. Look left.

Some behind us were unaware...
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