My Holocaust is the place behind the black curtain where there is the terrible fear of boundless power. The place where Germany opened its monstrous mouth, and we were in a gaping abyss without seeing its bottom. The place where every Jew becomes a smothered whine that must not be said any more, in the light of the heart-wrenching news: We are all Holocaust survivors. The place where the words become silent and dark. 

My Holocaust is the white tombstones along the fence in Holon Cemetery, which are gathered into a long wall and engraved with the names of the communities that have passed from the world. Hundreds of names of villages and towns, of places that were once bustling with Jewish life and culture, which were disappearing. The marble panels indicate that the rattling of trains and wagons carrying the Jews to Auschwitz and Dachau. Of the black letters was the sound of footsteps marching in long convoys to face the death pits that had become graves. 

My Holocaust is about the story of historian Prof. Zvi Yavetz, who as a teenager was on the death train en route to the extermination camp with his mother. And when his mother died in the unbearably crowded trailer, he tried to convince his friend that he was running with him to escape to the partisans, and that he answered that he could not leave his mother who was still alive. One fled for his life and the other knew and remained, and was also part of the murdered and persecuted. The systematic and resolute nature of the Nazi state in the persecution of the Jewish people was insatiable. There was no single means that was not mobilized to realize the will where it was decided and we would be killed as quickly as possible. Even when the swastika bearers knew that their defeat in the war had been sealed and closed, the supreme effort to realize the extermination of the Jew did not stop. 

My Holocaust is the story of American historian Jeffrey Herf, who found in Rome the documents on which the Nazi death squads officers, the glory of German culture, planned to detail how they would divide Tel Aviv and the streets, Petah Tikva, Jerusalem and Haifa into small areas, to relieve squads Death gather everyone for the final solution. And the courageous members of the Jewish community were preparing for a suicide bombing on the Carmel, for a moment to block the progress of the Nazi army and to flee for a few more experienced moments.

My Holocaust is the poetry of the heart-piercing Uri Zvi Greenberg, who is immersed in a black prophecy that saw the imprisonment of European Jewry. In one song, the prophet envisioned Jews being gassed toxins for many years before the gas chambers opened. In another poem, he described how the last two Jews in the world met each other under the ground. He lived the great horror of the destruction of the postcards, explaining that the extermination was not a random blow of nature, but the result of an organized plan and malice in which Nazism and teachings were the culmination of hatred of the Jews for the Jews. The poet's memory became words, the words were to "the streets of the river - the book of moose and power," which is the poem of the Holocaust. EZG predicts and remembers the Holocaust in every detail, and hides nothing about the "corpse tower" built by the Jewish haters - "I once fell asleep and had a soul rise ... on the wide stairs, broken hands, saintly merciful saints - severed Jewish heads - Lots and lots". 

The shrapnel continues and persecutes. Today it is impossible for a Jew wearing a skullcap to be covered with a prayer shawl between Alexanderplatz and the Brandenburg Gate in Berlin. In "The Other Germany," that of European leader Angela Merkel, the German government's anti-Semitism campaigner states that Jews should wear a dome in public - "My view on the issue has changed as German society is increasingly brutalized, I can no longer recommend Jews to wear a dome anytime and anywhere. A place in Germany. "

Still, and despite everything, nothing is "beyond words." Our singing doesn't stop at Auschwitz. Out of the silence and darkness the Jewish culture that was and is growing is always interwoven with the words that were for prayer, singing and the story of the continuity and continuity that are commanded of us - remember. These days, when the burden of Jewish nationalism and independence is on our shoulders, we must internalize and remember that the black curtain is present and present. The great terror did not dissipate, and even today Jewish law is "always a danger."

Dr. Uri Cohen is a senior lecturer in the School of Education at Tel Aviv University