Thursday, May 19, 2011

Family Matters

Last evening, we had a small ceremony or discussion with three fellow MRHers about their family ties to the Holocaust; 2 third generation survivors and 1 second.

Hearing these personal accounts, how the stories have shaped their lives and the importance of family within the Jewish community really made me think, as well as miss home.

Family is everything; a root, a rock, a support system, love, friendship...and sometimes I don't give my family enough credit, attention, love and respect for all they do for me and our names. I often don't tell them how much they mean to me.

I can't imagine watching my mother, my brother, my aunt or uncle being ripped away from me, sent in one direction as I go another and never see them again as so often happened at the concentration and death camps.

So, to my family. I love you. I thank you. And I can't wait to be home to give you all a hug. Because we should never be separated. And we should never lose hope.

Today, we're off to the Majdanek death camp just outside of Lublin. Another emotionally hard day. We'll then be traveling to Warsaw where we will spend the next 3 nights before returning home.

Home. To family. To my familiar place. But I will never be the same.


- Posted using BlogPress from my iPhone, from Lublin, Poland.

From Krakow to Lublin

Today we spent our last few hours in Krakow before another long bus ride to Lublin, where Majdanek concentration camp is located. We'll be visiting there tomorrow.

Our walking tour of Krakow this morning not only included visiting the town square which was the Ghetto during the war, but numerous other sites. There is now a beautiful, and very symbolic, memorial/monument in the main Ghetto square, now. We also passed/saw the Pharmacy, Schindler's factory (which is the one that was in the movie), and remains of the Ghetto wall (which is in surprisingly good condition). We spent some time at different synagogues and cemeterys including the oldest synagogue in Poland (14th century).

I enjoyed this, although not fully appreciating the decor and history due to religious constraints. It was, however, fascinating history and a great way to explore the city. It was here that I was deeply saddened and angered while visiting the last synagogue as a swastika had been painted near the door, with what looked like fresh paint attempting to cover it. Obviously this would be disheartening no matter what but considering we are still "recovering" from yesterday, this was very difficult to see. The thought that these thoughts are still prevalent in Jewish, or any communities, just made me feel sick. The world has changed so much but seems to have changed so little.

We also visited the memorial site of Plashov concentration camp. A gorgeous area of valleys and forest with a large memorial which reminded me of a cross between Easter Island and Stonehenge. I suggest you google it, it was gorgeous and powerful. It was here that the second survivor who is traveling with us spoke. Pinchas' story is a true miracle, an emotional but heart warming tale of hope and love. One cannot imagine surviving what Pinchas and Faigie did; I feel as if I would give up hope, not be able to withstand such atrocities. I cannot ensure how I would react, but with several survivors stories in my mind, I have refreshed hope.

Before leaving Krakow for Lublin, we had a lunch break and I had the opportunity to experience a Polish grocery store. My best friend Angela will have to wait for her birthday surprise, however, she will be pleasantly surprised and impressed with the treat.

I've fallen in love with the European food: everything is so much healthier, easier to go down..and lighter.

Our guide, Michael, is not only a fantastic vault of information but also a wonderful story teller and mother hen. If we nap, we get another story.

It's another beautiful day - clear skies, sunny and 27 degrees. I'm looking forward to home and a full day of sleep and bed rest as my body is sore, but I am not (yet) tired, just wiped from the physical exertion and direct sunlight. The day has also been full of laughter as we reflect on last night. The dancing, American music, hysterical Polish boys, and the crazy ride home. We all had such a fun time and really bonded both then and this morning; laughter really is the best medicine. All I'll say on the topic is BARBARA STRIESAND!

I'm so thankful the weather has been gorgeous, it's making my first European experience a beautiful and enjoyable one...and I already want to come back to these countries to see more.

Peace, and love.

- Posted using BlogPress from my iPhone, from Poland.
Location:Bus, Poland