I cannot explain why I started to write poems about the Holocaust. After reading books such as “Man’s Search For Meaning” and “Night” in my twenties, I was overwhelmed with so many different emotions and thoughts about “how can this have happened?”. I found myself trying to understand what it must have been like. At the same time I found perspective in having gratitude for basic day-to-day privileges of freedom, comfort, safety, nourishment and dignity based on trying to envision what it must have been like for those in ghettos, concentration camps or in hiding living with a daily probability of capture, torture or death.
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