Bełżec Kaddish “In 1990, we decided to go to Bełżec ” Harry told me. “When we arrived, it was an open field and on one side of the field were six urns. People used to come sometimes and light a candle there. At the other end of the field, were concrete bunkers. Dogs were running around and digging up the bones. It was absolutely horrendous. You can’t describe it. There was nothing there, absolutely nothing”. On Harry Olmer ’s sixth visit to the final resting place of his parents and sisters, he is accompanied by over fifty individuals who have come to Poland to learn about the Holocaust. They will stand with him as he once again, recites the Mourner’s Kaddish. At the age of 95, he is acutely aware that this trip could be his last. Bełżec Memorial, Yael Hayes, 26/04/2022 I walk slowly through The Interstice, as water fills the gaps between the cobblestones under my feet. This walkway represents the original path towards the gas chambers. I contemplate as I continue on. Either...
In an old Jewish town, eerily void of Jews, I learnt that on August 25th, 1941, the Jews of Tykocin were rounded up and told they were being transported to a ghetto. Sat back on the coach I listened to the educator’s briefing. I knew exactly where we were going. The words became background noise as we drove on. My eyes began to glaze over as the dense forest, just beyond the road, presented itself. The coach gently stopped. We were told to silently exit and walk into Łopuchowo forest. A path cuts through a sea of neatly lined pine trees. Birds were singing gently and I noticed a large pile of trees, bureaucratically assembled on top of each other by loggers. I entered the clearing and the group pulled in close to hear the educator. On August 25th 1941, there was no birdsong. Instead, the deafening sound of machine guns and screaming. The sky was dark and rain fell. Every ten minutes, groups were brought to be shot into pre-dug pits. Three pits; twelve metres long, four metre...