Today was spent in the Center listening to wonderful and informative lectures from our professors and even a visiting professor from Auschwitz. Because we did not get out and did not take any photos, I have this photo I took a few days ago at the Jewish cemetery in Wadowice. I knew when I took the picture, I felt something but I wasn't sure what it was. I've had nearly a week to think about this photo and what it meant and how it made me feel. What did that glass symbolize for me, that it has kept me thinking all week? What did I think this glass symbolizes for the people who lived or died in the Holocaust, especially the Jews? So many questions, and I tried to organized them one of the only ways I could: poetry.
|The Person Living In the Broken Glass|