Slowly one enters the former Town Hall encampment that housed the Jewish prisoners of Terezin during World War Two. The building now holds only memories; clothing, artwork, pictures…all that remains from those lost to the Holocaust.
A replicate of a room that would have housed close to one hundred people is shown in exquisite, painful detail. The words ring over and over in your head “all one’s possessions are in a single suitcase”.
As you move past the stories of those that were here, paintings from the artists at Terezin showcase the horrible living conditions. I can not imagine painting my own demise, writing my final chapter.
A Jewish family, two children and their parents, solemnly pass by the artwork of the lost. I hear the wife utter these words to her husband,
“We will never know what the world could have been, what contributions have been forever lost….”
