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  • The second exhibit that made me uncomfortable was the Shalekhet or "fallen leaves". It was an area that was filled with faces made of iron and the faces appeared to be screaming or filled with despair. The exhibit of these faces was meant to be walked on. The walk was uneven and made a noise that hurt the ears to listen. I felt as if I was walking on the dead, the forgotten and tortured souls. I could not control my disgusted expressions that my face took on each time I took a step. I so badly wanted to return to the quiet concrete floor half way through my journey on the faces, but knew I should continue until the end. It felt so wrong, but it also felt necessary to complete.

    photo credit: Sally Burnette
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