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The power of words is the theme for Holocaust Memorial Day 2018. Words can make a difference – both for good and evil. 'I want to go on living even after my death! And that’s why I am so grateful to God for having given me this gift, which I can use to develop myself and to express all that’s in me. When I write I can shake off all my cares; my sorrow disappears; my spirits are revived.' - Anne Frank, written in her diary, 5 April 1944.

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The power of words is the theme for Holocaust Memorial Day 2018. Words can make a difference – both for good and evil. 'I want to go on living even after my death! And that’s why I am so grateful to God for having given me this gift, which I can use to develop myself and to express all that’s in me. When I write I can shake off all my cares; my sorrow disappears; my spirits are revived.' - Anne Frank, written in her diary, 5 April 1944.

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Campo di Concentramento di Terezin

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One of the last letters from an unknown Holocaust victim

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One of the last letters from an unknown Holocaust victim

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Tarnopol 7 April 1943.

Before I leave this world, I want to leave behind a few lines to you, my loved ones. When this letter reaches you one day, I myself will no longer be there, nor will any of us. Our end is drawing near. One feels it, one knows it. Just like the innocent, defenceless Jews already executed, we are all condemned to death. In the very near future it will be our turn, as the small remainder left over from the mass murders. There is no way for us to escape this horrible, ghastly death.

At the very beginning (in June 1941) some 5000 men were killed, among them my husband. After six weeks, following a five-day search between the corpses, I found his body…

Since that day, life has ceased for me. Not even in my girlish dreams could I once have wished for a better and more faithful companion. I was only granted two years and two months of happiness. And now? Tired from so much searching among the bodies, one was ‘glad’ to have found his as well; are there words in which to express these torments?

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Sur mes cahiers d’écolier
Sur mon pupitre et les arbres
Sur le sable sur la neige
J’écris ton nom

Sur toutes les pages lues
Sur toutes les pages blanches
Pierre sang papier ou cendre
J’écris ton nom

Sur les images dorées
Sur les armes des guerriers
Sur la couronne des rois
J’écris ton nom

Sur la jungle et le désert
Sur les nids sur les genêts
Sur l’écho de mon enfance
J’écris ton nom

Sur les merveilles des nuits
Sur le pain blanc des journées
Sur les saisons fiancées
J’écris ton nom

Sur tous mes chiffons d’azur
Sur l’étang soleil moisi
Sur le lac lune vivante
J’écris ton nom

Sur les champs sur l’horizon
Sur les ailes des oiseaux
Et sur le moulin des ombres
J’écris ton nom

Sur chaque bouffée d’aurore
Sur la mer sur les bateaux
Sur la montagne démente
J’écris ton nom

Sur la mousse des nuages
Sur les sueurs de l’orage
Sur la pluie épaisse et fade
J’écris ton nom

Sur les formes scintillantes
Sur les cloches des couleurs
Sur la vérité physique
J’écris ton nom

Sur les sentiers éveillés
Sur les routes déployées
Sur les places qui débordent
J’écris ton nom

Sur la lampe qui s’allume
Sur la lampe qui s’éteint
Sur mes maisons réunies
J’écris ton nom

Sur le fruit coupé en deux
Du miroir et de ma chambre
Sur mon lit coquille vide
J’écris ton nom

Sur mon chien gourmand et tendre
Sur ses oreilles dressées
Sur sa patte maladroite
J’écris ton nom

Sur le tremplin de ma porte
Sur les objets familiers
Sur le flot du feu béni
J’écris ton nom

Sur toute chair accordée
Sur le front de mes amis
Sur chaque main qui se tend
J’écris ton nom

Sur la vitre des surprises
Sur les lèvres attentives
Bien au-dessus du silence
J’écris ton nom

Sur mes refuges détruits
Sur mes phares écroulés
Sur les murs de mon ennui
J’écris ton nom

Sur l’absence sans désir
Sur la solitude nue
Sur les marches de la mort
J’écris ton nom

Sur la santé revenue
Sur le risque disparu
Sur l’espoir sans souvenir
J’écris ton nom

Et par le pouvoir d’un mot
Je recommence ma vie
Je suis né pour te connaître
Pour te nommer

Liberté.

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POEMAS SOBRE LA LIBERTADPOR ESTA LIBERTAD Por esta libertad de canción bajo la lluvia habrá que darlo todo. Por esta libertad de estar estrechamente atados a la firme y dulce entraña del pueblo, habrá que darlo todo. Por esta libertad de girasol abierto en el alba de fábricas encendidas y escuelas iluminadas, y de esta tierra que cruje y niño que despierta, habrá que darlo todo. No hay alternativa sino la libertad. No hay más camino que la libertad. No hay otra patria que la libertad. No habrá más poema sin la violenta música de la libertad. […] Por esta libertad, bella como la vida, habrá que darlo todo; si fuere necesario hasta la sombra, y nunca será suficiente. -Titulo: Por esta libertad-Autor: Fayad Jamís

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POEMAS SOBRE LA LIBERTADPOR ESTA LIBERTAD Por esta libertad de canción bajo la lluvia habrá que darlo todo. Por esta libertad de estar estrechamente atados a la firme y dulce entraña del pueblo, habrá que darlo todo. Por esta libertad de girasol abierto en el alba de fábricas encendidas y escuelas iluminadas, y de esta tierra que cruje y niño que despierta, habrá que darlo todo. No hay alternativa sino la libertad. No hay más camino que la libertad. No hay otra patria que la libertad. No habrá más poema sin la violenta música de la libertad. […] Por esta libertad, bella como la vida, habrá que darlo todo; si fuere necesario hasta la sombra, y nunca será suficiente. -Titulo: Por esta libertad-Autor: Fayad Jamís

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"Se questo è un uomo"
Primo Levi
In this poem puts the accent on memory and on the awareness that the reader must have of what happened in the concentration camps. Hand down to posterity, so that the error and the horror are not repeated. In the end the poet touches the tone of the curse, typical of the Bible and of the classical myth, a curse that will hit those who will not keep the memory

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On the occasion of the Day of Memory, I attend a Holocaust film with my students. Young people often choose "La vita è bella", the famous film by Roberto Benigni: beautiful and moving! It offers us many ideas for reflection.

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On the occasion of the Day of Memory, I attend a Holocaust film with my students. Young people often choose "La vita è bella", the famous film by Roberto Benigni: beautiful and moving! It offers us many ideas for reflection.

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Tanks for this  event
M.Danila Salvadore from Alessandria, Italy

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He died two months before liberation. Anne Frank (1929-1945), who died of typhus in the Bergen Belsen camp (Germany) two months before the Allies arrived to free the prisoners.

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The town I live in, Lublin Poland commemorates all the victims of World War II by keeping German concentration camp in Majdanek in the condition that anyone can see the size of the crime .Here is a monument with ashes of people burnt.

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The town I live in, Lublin Poland commemorates all the victims of World War II by keeping German concentration camp in Majdanek in the condition that anyone can see the size of the crime .Here is a monument with ashes of people burnt.

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Here is what we should all know
I think

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The Butterfly

The last, the very last,
So richly, brightly, dazzlingly yellow.
Perhaps if the sun's tears would sing
against a white stone...

Such, such a yellow
Is carried lightly ‘way up high.
It went away I'm sure because it wished
to kiss the world goodbye.

For seven weeks I've lived in here,
Penned up inside this ghetto
But I have found my people here.
The dandelions call to me
And the white chestnut candles in the court.
Only I never saw another butterfly.

That butterfly was the last one.
Butterflies don't live in here,
In the ghetto.

By Pavel Friedmann

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thanks to this activity I studied and learned holocaust memorial day. I was very impressed when I watched the Pianist film. I think it would be a shame in history because of people's language, race, color, language.

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Holocaust victims | Greece.GreekReporter.com Latest News from Greece

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In Ukraine, January 27 - International Holocaust Remembrance Day.

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In Ukraine, January 27 - International Holocaust Remembrance Day.

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Ukraine, along with the entire civilized world, is inviolably standing for the embodiment of the ideals of humanity, dignity and freedom. Remember and change the world for the better!

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Remembering the tragedy of Holocaust in my school: my students created tre tree of memory!

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On the occasion of Memorial day all our classes went to te cinema to see a French movie„  A Bag of Marbles (French: Un sac de billes) from a Second World War autobiographical novel by the French Jewish author Joseph Joffo .
It was a simple way to remember thoses atricities through the eyes of a child who in the end will have the chance to meet his family again apart from his father.