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It’s 10 am on a sunny April day, it’s almost springtime and nature is regaining its colour. The cars are driving by and the people go about their lives as they normally do. Then the sirens go off, the same sirens used to announce to the people they are under missile attack, the doom’s trumpet.
The sirens sounded for two minutes. It did not announce any attack, but a more dreadful thing. The sirens annouced a memory powerful and painful enough to cause everyone who walked to halt, to make the workers suspend their daily activities and the drivers to stop in the middle of the streets and leave their cars.
All stood silent, some gazing at the sky, some looking down to the ground. Some said prayers, some cried. All remembered. The sirens did not sound, they wailed. They wailed profoundly for six million souls who left this Earth before their time, six million lives taken by the hands of stupidity, six million dead heroes, six million saints.
This was Israel this morning, at 10 am. Everyone stopped silently for two minutes while the sirens wailed in remembrance of an abomination which should have never happened.
Today is Yom HaSoah, the Holocaust Remembrance Day, a day in which every single person in Israel stops for two minutes and…
…REMEMBER.
Save the date next year: April, 28.
Stop for two minutes at 10 am you too.
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