For me, Holocaust day is commemorated the 27th of Nisan, which converted to the Gregorian calendar means either April or May, depending on the year. But I don’t mind remembering it twice. Frankly, I remember it much more. Somehow it is always around me because I can connect it to almost everything.
It happens to be that I am currently reading a book about this topic, called “Man’s Search for Meaning” by Viktor E. Frankl. In his book he talks about life in the camp, a subject which I have no doubt that you are all aware of. But I would still like to share a part of his piece with you:
“The experiences of camp life show that man does have a choice of action… Man can preserve a vestige of spiritual freedom, of independence of mind, even in such terrible conditions of psychic and physical stress.”
That is what I choose to cherish from those days, the naive belief that being a human means a great amount of responsibility and that it is almost impossible to be dehumanized. It helps me in my everyday life, providing me with some needed proportions.
Perhaps a way to spend a part of today would be by thinking about the people who survived both the war in the camp and the war within.
לזכור ולא לשכוח
Written by Ma’ayan Agmon
Edited by Maria Tirnovanu and Carlos Sevillaxz