60 years and 3 days ago Last night, in that twilight-feeling between wake and sleep, I remembered what exactly I did 10 years and three days ago to commemorate the 50 year anniversary of the end of WW2. I was part of a group in school, who acted as human reminders of the holocaust victims, complete with ragged cloths as costumes, and plenty of theatre paint for wounds and hollow eyes. Thus attired, we sat around corners of the school during the breaks throughout the day, in front of information boards with facts about the war and the holocaust, which were prepared in various history classes. We caused quite a lot of attention both within, and outside of the school, and I remember vividly the feeling of constant shock I had throughout the day. Somehow history came alive, and with it the realisation that the victims were human beings like me, and that I could have been one of them. I just happen to grow up in a more fortunate time. The hollow eyes and wounds could have been real, the costumes we prepared by ripping old clothes could have been my only possessions.

Just when the lessons of that day finished, all the students from my school went outside, and we formed a circle around our school, holding hands, to protect our community from racism, nazism, and all other forms of extremism that so easily spark wars.
I wonder what happened in my school 3 days ago to pay tribute to history?  ¶ 12:45 PM