Of blessed memory
Jan. 27th, 2026 19:09![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
fabiadrakeEvery year, on this day, I light a candle here in memory of the same man, and wonder what he was like, his face, his mind, his life, his family. And, despite everything I know of the world, struggle to comprehend that he was put to death, not 50 years before I was born.
The bloods of your brother cry out.
They are not here. Their children are not here, their children’s children are not here. Some villages exist only on old maps, because there was nobody left. The cultural centres of European Jewry — Vilna, Warsaw, Lublin, Vienna, Prague, Berlin, Thessaloniki, Budapest — are no longer. There are no days when I do not feel this loss, this shadow of destruction, this absence: of people who should be alive.
The bloods of your brother cry out.
They are not here. Their children are not here, their children’s children are not here. Some villages exist only on old maps, because there was nobody left. The cultural centres of European Jewry — Vilna, Warsaw, Lublin, Vienna, Prague, Berlin, Thessaloniki, Budapest — are no longer. There are no days when I do not feel this loss, this shadow of destruction, this absence: of people who should be alive.
