Yad Vashem

Yad Vashem translates to "a memorial and a name" 

Holocaust Museum

Not many words can describe it- most of you have probably been to the one in D.C. but it was especially poignant to be in this memorium in the land full of Jews. I have come to love the Jewish people SO much. They are so devout in their religion, they are kind, they are smart, they are amazingly caring and hospitable.  I left wondering why such a thing could ever happen and I came to the conclusion that no one can ever know or ever explain it. I was glad to be able to go, even though I left fully depressed for the day. We couldn't take pictures inside, but I got a few outside.

 The Yad Vashem memorial reliefs

 A big pretty art piece depicting Star of David and a menorah, and the tomb of Theodore Herzl the most influential person on Zionism and the creation of the State of Israel.

Us having a discussion with our Judaism professor, Ophir Yarden. We love Ophir and his kippah-wearing bald head. The memorial to the one and a half million children who died in the Holocaust. Hebrew stone outside of museum (I can read it- letters: yud, daled (Yad) vav, shin, mem (Vashem)) and an art piece memorializing the children who died in the Holocaust- stone columns lined up like in a class picture, all cut off at the top, symbolizing lives cut short. 

I thought it was beautiful seeing a live, beautiful blue bird sitting on the stone letters of a memorial of death. On the right, a room we went into that was completely dark except for one candle. But the room was made of mirrors, so we saw millions of candle flames. They represented the children who died. Their names and ages were being read off by voices. It was quite amazing. 

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