Every year on the day of Holocaust, we stop, take our heads, light a candle, imagine what we can never really understand. The density in the wagons, the horror in barracks, the bitter silence of the world. But this is the second year when memory did not come alone. He carries with him a new companion, a companion that we fail to assume: October 7 - the day when innocence is over, the day our present is incorporated and painted in the shades of a never -e...
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