last nite, i had a horrible nitemate. i saw the dead in my dream. hundreds of them mounted up from the underground, mourning and weeping. suddenly i realized that the same day 70 years ago, my hometown suffered from the holocaust. i never expect that i could be so strongly spiritually connected to my people even i am geographically separated from my land. after 70 years, the grief and sorrow in both the dead and the alive cannot be consoled.

 

Apart from sincerely praying for the peace from the Lord on those who suffered and myself,  i shall write down the visit i paid to the holocaust memorial museum in washington DC. Different places, the same grief.

 

the buidling depresses visitors by its twisted structure in space. "Today the Lord is not here, father." Yes, the sculpture standing at the entrance to the museum gave me this feeling. I saw quivering hands strenching out for help. The internal space of the museum looks being distorted, not in regular shape: no order, no morality.

 

so much to say about the visit. i just choose serveral of them which impressed me the most.

 

hundreds of grey and dusty shoes in various size are placed aside a corridor. those shoes were on the jews before they were sent to the gas room. tons of sacked hair piled up at a corner. the wood bunks where dozes of ppl crouch. yes, those bunks are exactly the same as in the movie, die list of schindeler. various badges that categorize prisoners in the concentration camp. the nazi "doctors"' measurements to identify supervior citiziens....so on.

 

the jews never ever turn their back on the miserable history. how can we so easily forget the sufferings of the past generations that are actually not too long ago.

 

I call for setting up of a memorial a weeping wall in everyone of us. deeply engrave the past in our hearts for better future.