Memory and tomorrow

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This is Betty Schimmel’s story. Her crossing with bare feet the iced land of Hungary during a snow storm. Her arrival to Buchenwald, a place which her enemies hoped she will never survive. This is her mother’s story. A woman whose nostrils were full of ash coming from burn souls and whose mouth did not stop to repeat every night, through lices, illness, murders and death, the words of the Shema Israel. This is Emma Tedeschi’s story. An Italian Jewish lady who took pen and paper during October 1943 and wrote. “Dear children, consider these words as my last will. I beg you, all of you, please, do not surrender. I know, there is dark and pain there outside. But if you let go everything, if you don’t hold strong to your faith, you will help our enemies achieving their goal. Don’t forget our traditions, don’t stop leaving as Jews. This is the only way we can survive this hell.” This is Elie Wiesel’s story. A man who lost all his family between Auschwitz and Buchenwald. The story of a person who denied G-d’s existence with all his anger and tears. A man who, full of his disbelief, decided to circumcise his son. Months and years brought him to decide. “I will never deny my forefathers heritage. I am not allowed to break the chain transmitted by one of my ancestors, Rashi, Rabbi Shlomo Itzchaki. And I cannot betray the trust my forefathers put in me. I will go on complaining against G-d, as Jeremiah in his pages, but I will also call Him and love Him”. This is the story of a nation that was tested by story more than any other one. People who dag secret tunnels six hundred years ago and prayed to G-d from the depths of earth. Lost souls who during 1942 went around looking desperately for potatoes. They were intended to become food for empty stomachs which hardly received one or two breadcrumbs a day. They were meant to engraved. In order to become the right place for Chanuka lights. This is the story of men, women and children, who, during history span, did never desist. But went on fighting against dark and evil through circumcisions, the observance of shabat and prayers to G-d. Ani Maamin, I believe in you, were their last words. Jewish eco can be heard through eternity only in one way. Going on in the same thoughts, actions and words that our proud and stubborn forefathers tried with all strengths to transmit to us, today.

Gheula Canarutto Nemni

Ladies and gentlemen, Am Israel Chai

April 18th 2012. 26 Nissan 5772. Yom hashoah. The commemoration day for the Shoah. Benyamin Netanyahu speaks in front of thousands people in Yad Vashem. Speaks. And tells. About Esther Nadiv. An 89 years old lady who survived to Mengele and his infinetely cruel experiments. About Hanoch Mandelbaum. An 89 years old man who survived that hell called Bergen Belsen. And who was able, after a few years since his arrival to the land of his fathers, to give life to the desk on which David ben Gurion signed the Israel Independence declaration. Abou Iran. And its constant nuclear danger. About the world. And its renuvated silence. In front of another threaten to the Jewish survival. A silence that easily reminds Netanyahu and us, another silence. That brought to the biggest tragedy of our humanity. Benyamin Netanyahu is in Yad Vashem. And from there, he remembers. The impossibility for most of European Jews to perceive the coming tragedy and save their lives before it was too late. The anger of many of them in front of the scary words of the Jewish leaders who tried to open their eyes in front of the rising antisemitism. Benyamin Netanyahu is in Yad Vashem. And forgets. He is in Yad Vashem, speaking to thousands of people, listened by millions all around the world. And he looses a chance. He mentions the Israeli army. He remembers the Jewish capabilities. He reminds the Israeli nation its duty and its determination, to defend itself. But he forgets.That the Jewish survival among nations. Among big, powerful countries full of weapons and hate. That survival that goes against statistics and mathematical rules. That is the exact opposite of natural laws that tend to grant victory to the stronger and more powerful. That survival is due to Someone. Which  Benyamin Netanyahu, in Yad Vashem, forgets to mention, even once. Ladies and Gentlemen,  Am Israel Chai he says loud and clear. Forgetting that the same person who signed the independence declaration of his state, David ben Gurion,  used to say that in Israel, in order to be realistic, you have to believe in miracles. Ladies and gentlemen, Am Israel Chai. Not because we have an army, or because we want so strong to survive. Am Israel chai, our nation is still here to challenge nature and its eternal laws, because Someone decided it. Because that Someone never stopped, even for one tiny second, to perform miracles for His nation. Benyamin Netanyahu, Jewish secret of survival has only one name. G-d.

A dream shared by Pharaoh and many others

My name is Anna. I am twelve years old. I have brown eyes and hair. My youth has just started. But my life is going to end. My name is Rebecca. I am five years old. I have blue eyes and blond hair. I will never have a 6 years birthday party. My name is Isaac.  I don’t know exactly how old I am. Maybe one. Maybe two. The only thing I am sure about is that I have been separated by mother. And that I will never see her again. My name is Ruben. I would have been born in two months. My soul will never arrive in this world. Somebody decided we don’t deserve life. We are guilty of an unbearable fault. Language spoken by our parents is too differnt than the one spoken by native people of our place. Our Way of dressing does not always follow fashion style. Our names, when called in class by our teachers, echo as stanger sounds between school walls. Our identity is too deep. You cannot avoid noticing it. Our proudness as nation is too powerful for being silent. Those who denied us our future had one and unique plan in their minds. A dream transmitted by Pharaoh until 1938. A dream consisting in the total disappearance of the people to whom we belong. A dream based on the denial of our present in order to avoid your future. A dream that, thanks to G-d was never realized. You, who are there today, reading relaxed in a synagogue or among the warm walls of your home, you can choose. If to cry, remember and feel pity and sorrow for us. Or bring us to life again. When a girl named Anne will turn twelve and will decide to respect all mizvoth of G-d. When a girl named Rebecca will light a candle on Friday night. When a boy named Isaac will pronounce ‘torah’ between is his first words. When a boy named Ruben will come to this world and will have his circumcision on the eighth day of his life. Then the dream of our enemies will not have a chance to get realized anymore.  And you will be able to give us back our stolen life.