Category : Young Adults
“First they came for the communists
And I didn’t speak out because I wasn’t a communist
Then they came for the trade unionists
And I didn’t speak out because I wasn’t a trade unionist
Then they came for the Jews
And I didn’t speak out because I wasn’t a Jew
Then they came for me
And there was no one left to speak out for me.”
The plane touches down in Krakow where the air is cold and the sky fittingly gray. I present my passport at the customs check-point, am given a boxed lunch, and shortly thereafter become Student #12 on Coast to Coast Bus #2. Our tour guide takes us through the town and down to the river where we have lunch and learn about Jewish life in Krakow before the war started. We visit old synagogues and schools as well as the downtown where the city looks beautiful and the people are friendly. I ask myself, “How could this have happened here?”… as it turns out ,my question didn’t have an answer. (more…)
Despite the masses
Despite the heat
We stand, as once
They did. (more…)
The first steps in Jerusalem, the Holy city, our city.
The first tears of joy, pure happiness.
The first feelings of being at home.
The first note placed in the wall with care.
The first prayer with so much heart.
The first time a boy puts on tefillin, at the Kotel.
The first connection to the land of Israel, the earth,
the sky and the air.
The first breath of sweet oranges.
The first moment of silence when the whole world
seemed to stand at attention.
The first day of peace.
Albina Veltman, 17
We finally reached Jerusalem.
We went to the Western Wall, where the bright sun shone as though clouds did not exist, and the ancient stones towered above us. Between the giant stones were wedged millions of tiny papers, because the Wall had become “G-d’s mailbox” – people write their secret prayers on little pieces of paper and then place them in the cracks between
the rocks. I decided to drop G-d a line, I had some things to settle with Him… When I visited Israel before, with my family, the Wall had never been significant to me in and of itself. What made it special was that when we went there, there was always someone either laughing or crying against its side. And that didn’t change. What changed was that
now I was the one crying and laughing, its timeless stones watching me grow.
Dara Horn, 15
Short Hills, New Jersey
For just an instant,
A siren is heard throughout the land.
People stop, cars stop.
For just an instant,
Opposing people with opposing beliefs
Just stop, together. (more…)
Something has embraced and kissed this place
Giggles tickle the honey sun which strokes life into everything
Love, and relentless, bold pride, build the stone and border
Sticky sweet greens, velour beiges, candy reds, luscious oranges,
shiny prickles, crystal waters and creamy cool whites are quilted
together to map out Israel.
Jenny Lass, 16
“Survivors”, they say, I say “ha”.
“Survivors” of the Holocaust?
Survivors of Death maybe, but the Holocaust?
No, No one survived the Holocaust.
We see reminders—train tracks, sheds, old bowls,
clothes, pictures, books, eyes.
We see the eyes of survivors.
Miriam Naylor, 20
North Wiltshire, Prince Edward Island
And so we continued on (after Auschwitz) determined to
touch the memories of those who had lost, those we would
not allow to be forgotten.
We could not end our journey at Auschwitz-Birkenau for
we knew that our people’s souls could never be confined
to just one place, that they had been strewn across the land,
and that it was our duty to recover them.
Erin Norris, 16