Treblinka

Treblinka extermination camp.


A monument that is devoid of pathos, but at the same time eloquent.

A monument that does not speak openly, but the viewer realizes everything without explanation.

A monument that turns Jewish tradition into a story that everyone should understand and feel.

It is a place of terror and power, a place where hope and memories are alive.


This place is terribly beautiful, awfully clean and symbolically quiet, it is forever burdened in emptiness and silence.

Time here is not always linear, you are somewhere in the middle between now and then. Almost nothing has remained from those time. Everything around hypnotizes and sends into a trance of times, the earth, grass, trees, everything is like it could be then.

The paradox of perception is that nothing terrible remains here, nothing has even survived, but you know what was here and it is unbearably sad to look at the enormously beautiful forest, trees, grass and sky. You look at the beauty, but you feel sadness and yearning.

It is impossible to comprehend and imagine the scale of what was happening here, more than 900,000 people died on this small piece of land.

Each step reveals to you new facets of these stone monuments. You catch glances of names of cities from which people were transported. People, thousands of people, and their possible destinies rush in front of our eyes. Now they all are silent stones forever reminding us those events.

You constantly find yourself talking in the language of deep feelings and emotions.

Everything is hard here, walking, listening to the rustle of tree leaves, looking at free sky. You try not to take an extra breath, not to utter an unnecessary word, all movements are slow and careful as if walking on thin ice.

This is a very personal inner experience, it is similar to unconscious meditation. After a storm of thoughts at some point, you stop to analyze and reflect. The hierarchy of what is important to you changes, and eventually, you realize the value of life. Then peace and quiet come.

Here is an endless horizon of stones, 17,000, this number of people died every day. In Jewish tradition, instead of flowers, a pebble is placed on the grave as a tribute to memory and respect. The symbolism of the memorial exacerbates an already oppressed atmosphere.

This memorial is located on the site of the gas chambers, where people died immediately after arriving by train.

Meanwhile, the violence in the world continues, life goes on as usual. We, people, are free to choose. I believe that someday we all will defeat the darkness within ourselves.


No one should forget to never repeat.

Never again!

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