Russia to Bangladesh Blog: Jew affected

It was about 10 years ago or more when we, 40 young girls from Russia, stand still in front of the gates of Aushwiz. The concentration camp of World War II build by Nazis in Poland.

It was after after midnight. The gate keeper was astonished to see such a huge group in the dark of the late autumn night.
The wind was freezing cold.

We told we were from Russia, Leningrad. The old man pulled out a grunting "I see" from his sleepy mouth and opened the gate.
The moon was deathly bright.

We were allowed to stand near the gate. The old man showed us the couple of barracks where the Jews used to live, sleeping on cold plank beds, and die. He also pointd to the high tower. That was the crematoreum where the Jews used to be burned alive.

The ringing in the ears was like a mass hallucination. Nobody believed that any bells could ring in the middle of the night. We almost ran to the bus in silent fear.

It was on the way to Germany. Our choir used to go there once a year or two for 2-4 weeks to give several concerts, each in a new town. On reaching on of next stops, a small town Weimar, which is well known for being home for Goethe, Shiller, Herder, Liszt, Bach and Strauss, we made a small stop at another bloody spot of the planet .

Buchenwald concentration camp, one of the first and the largest of the concentration camps on German soil.
It was evening again. The high tower of crematoreum. Dark memorial columns with small candels at the foot of each. No barracks left.
The Weimar town at the foot of Ettersberg mountain was shining treacherously.

Nearly 8 years later I saw a dream where me and my choir mates in our concert dresses are queueing up to the gass chamber...

There are only two reasons why i'm remembering that experience right now.
First, I watched a good documentary "Pizza in Auschwitz" directed by Moshe Zimmerman from Israel.

The Holocaust was the systematic murder of approximately six million Jews by the Nazi regime and its collaborators. 1.5 million of these being children.

The documentary is about a Holocaust surviver Danny Chanoch who was 8 years old when the World War II began. He was sent to his first camp Auschwitz at the age of 9. It was first of total 5 concentration camps where the child was held. Now he's 74 (the movie was shooted in 2008) and he makes a 6-day trip with his two grown up children to show them all those places (or their remains) where his life was broken. Though, the last statemt is quite questionable.

You can have a look at the movie's web page

Second thing why I'm wasting your time right now is that..
my grandma is Jew. According to Hebrew's law I'm a Jew also. And all my daugters will be.
Probably I'm feeling something more than an affected TV viewer today.