A different memorial ceremony.

To my grandfather Yehuda and my grandmother Mania who survived the Holocaust and died too young for me to hear about it from them.

Growing up in Israel this day has an amazing sad atmosphere, it’s a day that make you think, a lot. What if I was there then? would I have survive? how did they survive? how can they handle normal life and build amazing families after that human-hell? do they miss their lost families, and friends?

And then there is the siren, a moment that halt a whole country for a moment, and the special sad songs, and sad documentary, and ceremonies.

Terrify/ Amazing

And here, in Atlanta, it’s all so different. Einat and I woke up, listened to Israeli radio, read some articles and headed to our regular days.

GMSC presentation is a week ahead, another team meeting, but I couldn’t have it as a regular day.

I searched for pictures in flickr.

DSCF4658, originally uploaded by peregrinari.


Auschwitz-Birkenau, originally uploaded by k|nt.


Auschwitz Shoes, originally uploaded by angusn77.

I have asked my team members attention:

Today is the Holocaust Memorial Day in Israel. I would like to talk with you for a few moments about the Holocaust, about the reason that I am here

 The voice is shaking.

I don’t promise that this presentation will follow all the rules we have learned but I want to share some pictures with you. I was still a young kid when my grandmother and my grandfather passed away, and I didn’t have the opportunity to hear their stories about their experience during the Holocaust, but I do remember the number on my grandfather’s hand. I have learned a lot about the Holocaust, but this is the first time I mark the day outside of Israel.

In Israel this day is marked with a siren. I mark it with you.

The voice is shaking even more. I can feel I’m blushing.

On the recent years we are proudly sending groups to this places for

The March of the Living, Ignacio recognize the picture.

מצעד החיים, originally uploaded by nurit77.


Thank you for your time, let’s get back to the survey.

No one get back to work – everyone has his own story about The Holocaust

One remembers the silence he felt while in the United States Holocaust Memorial Museum in DC.

One tells us that his grandmother comes from a family that survived the Armenian genocide and how he broke in front of the children’s pictures in the Holocaust Memorial Museum.

And one asked me “why did you said earlier that this is the reason you are here” and I reply “because if only my grandparents had picked a different train or appeared in a different list, I wouldn’t have been here today”.