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Monday night I saw a play about four prisoners in a concentration camp who were commanded to entertain the Nazis, as clowns. It was pretty good, and with a minimalistic set. Beforehand we heard the director give a short talk, and after the actors stayed for questions, and a holocaust survivor attended as well. She in fact had addressed the world on the live broadcast at Auschwitz for the 60th anniversary of the liberation.
The next morning at 7:30 (I slept 3 hours) I took a field trip north to an agricultural school from the 1870s called Mikveh Israel. There we learned about the machinery and techniques used, as well as the makeup of the community since it was part of the early Jewish immigration to Palestine...
The siren brought silence, all over the country. Afterward, our teacher spoke for a while (the woman was the tour guide). I can't explain to you through any means how it felt to be sitting conducting normal business and then instantly having everything stop. Everything. People got out of their cars, for two minutes, and stared at the ground. Only the birds broke the silence. It was moving beyond any movement. This was Yom Hashoah.
We traveled on to Rishon Letzion, where we explored the original Synagogue, pharmacy, discussed how it was the first place where the to-be modern flag was used, and the anthem sung, and then in the park, next to the site where they dug 13 stories to find water, our teacher brought forth two bottles of wine, and we had a short lechayim at the end of the trip in memory of those lost and in recognition of the land that we were standing on.
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