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A Blue-Chrome Sky | An Israeli Poem

A Blue-Chrome Sky | An Israeli Poem - 27 December, 2025  A blue-chrome sky The rain, or rather the on-and-off deluge,  has polished the skies to a bright chrome.  Large clouds strive to hide our solid sun  but the light pace like a hidden metronome Flood-filled grays tried its best to reign But the blue would often glow through Or at least sent a few bright rays Turning the storm clouds a lighter hue Dark and charcoal and ash-grey colours With loud noise and scary-looking shadows Eventually fracture over our ancient hilltops In Israel the melody of light never stops.  Flood-filled grays tried its best to reign  But the blue would often glow through  Or at least sent a few bright rays  Turning the storm clouds a lighter hue  In Israel the melody of light never stops Zichron Yaakov, 27 December, 2025

Remembering the Holocaust - The Saddest Day in Israel

People all have their own private saddest days. They may have had their house foreclosed, had to bury their parents or even a child. So maybe I am not speaking for all Israelis when I say that Holocaust Day is the saddest day in Israel.

But it really feels like it.

In Judaism, days are counted from sunset to sunset. So Holocaust Day ,or Yom HaSoah, starts from the evening of the previous day. In Israel all the places of entertainment  such as pubs, restaurants, malls and coffee shops close down in the afternoon. 

On the television, movies such as "Schindler's List" or documentaries about the Holocaust are broadcasted. And I am sad to say that there is a lot to document about the Holocaust. Every Holocaust Remembrance day I see, read or hear about a another evil act (new to me) that took place in Europe. 

We all know the story about Anna Frank, but have you heard about the mobile killing units, that the Nazis also killed Gypsies and homosexuals and that the Bikernieki forest in Latvia was the biggest mass murder site during the Holocaust?

Some of the few surviving Holocaust victims are interviewed on television and some speak at schools, ceremonies or other public places. The children wear white shirts to school, the flags fly half-mast and may people light a candle to remember those that have died during the Holocaust. And at precisely 10 am sirens sound throughout the country and everybody stops what they are doing for two minutes. Even traffic comes to a stand still and people stand silently to remember the six million who had died.

The whole country takes on a somber, reflective mood. Many people attend ceremonies and everybody watches the documentaries and movies shown on the television.

It really is a sad day, wrought with emotion and even as I am typing these words I have to stop every once in a while to wipe away the tears.

It might be easier to watch or listen to the more hopeful stories of righteous gentiles such as "Schindler's List" or that of the Warsaw Ghetto Uprising where some Jews were saved or managed to stand up against the Nazis. The  resistance fighters of the Warsaw ghetto managed to held out for 28 days from invasion - longer than other European countries. These stories give us a glimmer of hope, a feeling of that all is not yet lost with the human race.

Women and children, Jews from Hungaria, arriving at Auschwitz
But I think that it is the horror stories of the Holocaust that should be told and listened to. The experimenting on humans, the killing of 1.1 million children, the tattooed pieces of skin that was kept as souvenirs and the fact that Jews had to dig up the corpses of fellow Jews and them burn them. We must look at the empty eyes in the carefully documented photos and let them haunt our dreams.



We must do this not only to remember the six million Jews that have died in the Holocaust but also those that  have died in Bosnia and Rwanda. And we must not only remember the dead but also the fact that people did  these horrible things. Not evil aliens from far universes or nightmarish monsters. Ordinary people with families, hope and dreams. People very much like ourselves.

Remember the dead but also keep an eye on the living. We cannot let this happen again. Holocaust Memorial day is too sad for more days to be like this.





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  1. "Not evil aliens from far universes or nightmarish monsters. Ordinary people with families, hope and dreams. People very much like ourselves." Sigh. You are so right. It is a good but painful reminder, Marina.

    Here is my submission for the next Haveil Havalim. Thank you so much for taking the time to edit!

    http://rutimizrachi.blogspot.com/2012/04/even-beggar-stood.html

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