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  • Prior to the trip I thought Treblinka would be the hardest site for me to cope with. I was right, but in a different way than I expected. I did not like the memorial that was set up. I thought individuals were lost within the stones, just like they were meant to be when they were sent to their deaths.


    I am from Sidra
    My name is Benjamin
    My family and I lay here in Treblinka
    trapped by this stone representing our town, our people,
    numbering us.
    Do I lay here forever?
    Memory forgotten in the place I lived?
    Why remember life where death occurred?
    Is this the place I want to be remembered?
    A place where most remember my death, not life?
    I am not just a number, or name on a stone,
    I am Benjamin from Sidra.

    photo credit: Sally Burnette
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