I am not usually so serious but as this is pretty much my journal/diary of my days, I had to write my feelings about a book I just finished...a book about the Holocaust.
My we never forget...National Days of Remembrance April 11-18, 2010
Night by Elie Wiesel
How does one describe something so unimaginable? How can someone live with those memories daily? How can someone who has lived through this not be filled with hate? How can this happen?
A prize of a book, a prize of a man, a hero in many ways.
I remember going to Isreal as a child. On one of the days, our tour bus stopped at a museum but my 2 friends and I, who were only in 2nd and 3rd grade at the time, were not allowed to go in. I don't remember questioning "why not?"...maybe I had some sense of what they were going to see...the actual evil of man. I now know why, I would never have understood what I was actually seeing. I still don't understand. I will never be able to understand.