the beautiful morning we all motivated to go to a Jewish museum, but just below the western wall F. is hit by an attack dysentery and does not feel like continuing. Back then the hotel. We decide that the museum would be useless without him and go instead to the Temple Mount. Mille checks before we could enter (obviously come from the side from which non-Muslims). We stopped at the entrance to listen to M. we read the archaeological guide left us by F.. Fortunately it was written in very great that it was a historical and archaeological guide because one of the guards immediately came to recover suspecting that we were reading the Bible.
Let us then to wander around the plateau until around 10h
and then we head to Port Jaffa.
At the gate we part. With
I. go in search of the bus stop to take in the afternoon to go to Yad Vashem (Holocaust Museum). I also being hit by an attack dysenteric but try to resist. The tourist information office signs are quite brief but still managed to find the bus stop number 20.
then returns to the city.
We stopped to eat a sandwich near the souk. Meanwhile there's some of assaulting a coffee shop to experience the hookah.
On the way home I stopped by a lady of the street who spoke only Arabic, but the body language is universal and can explain to her that I want three prickly pear. This lady with her big, rough hands them to me pela bare hands without a shot being fired. In fact be quite useful to stop the diarrhea. Once we find the appointment
F. that seems to get better.
then take the bus.
The journey is long. We pass the nth
Calatrava bridge (this seem to want to demolish it as at odds with the surrounding environment).
arrive at the museum, there muniamo of earphones to listen to F. that makes us a guide with a microphone. We
joins a family of very funny roman de Rome (wife, husband and two children).
The museum is shaped like an ark inverted (upside down, symbolizing the Jewish people) that rests on nothing and ending with a huge terrace with views across the valley overlooking Jerusalem (Jewish people, looking ahead, get up and think about the future: this will be your land ...).
The museum is modern and very detailed. Addresses many issues including anti-Semitic Nazi propaganda, the rise of ghettos and life in the most famous among them through a reconstruction based also on individual histories, then deportation, "life" in the camps, training and general SS the mass graves, the files of the prisoners and even the children's section. It is certainly a museum rich and detailed, precise and touching
I go out (not just me) with a sense of sadness ... not only for what they see, but perhaps also because it sits at an Arab village destroyed in '48, or perhaps because in the end it is difficult to frame the Holocaust in a broader perspective and try to analyze the roots in a more general sense (seems to imply that the Holocaust was a unique event in history) ...
skip the contents of the book of visitors' comments.
Before leaving to the city I. makes two passes through the avenue of the Righteous (the one of the lamentable end of Schindler's list) and then head to the library of the museum. Find the book of poems, however, is that Katsnelson (Strano!) fuel. Browsing among the shelves are classical historians, but also more modern stuff and even controversial, such as "Maus", the "Wave" (the children's book which is inspired by the eponymous film), and even the "benign" (. ..).
shower and dinner in the hotel and then the night continues with a meeting with Tamar, a member of the " Combattants For Peace" which recounts the views of pacifists israelinai. Here
link to our notes of the encounter with Tamar.
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