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Only 86 kilometers from Zaporizhia, and the impressions seemed as trip to Bali…

Because of what?

People create a special atmosphere.

Those, who are nearby. Those, who pass by. Those, whom we meet not in person, but we know through the smallest details that float in the air, envelop buildings, embrace the outskirts of the city and are heard from everywhere. We create the atmosphere.

Confused? Then let’s sort everything out!

Backpacks on, with love in the heart, and freedom in the soul.

Mmmmm… How good this strange premonition of the unknown tastes. And it did not leave us from the moment of our first live post-quarantine meeting with our students on the site of the same library, which managed to become our own family - until the moment when we found ourselves in the neighboring city Dnipro (in addition to my native regional center)

About how we were together, where we were and what we created - read on the page of our Charitable Foundation "Impulse.UA" (and subscribe to updates if you have not yet done so, you're a trifle - we are pleased) And now I want to dive a little and immerse yourself in important details. Suddenly you will also respond, then share, it's interesting?

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I love stories. But sometimes they are such that it penetrates to the fingertips. I keep repeating to myself - do not take everything to heart and, in addition, to repeat further "did not call". Until yesterday. In which she looked at history and history with different eyes. Their own. But others. I caught myself thinking: - "Something changed those 8 days in me. However, do not think, feel…" (but as they say - a completely different story, about her later).

And here I am standing in the middle of the Museum "Jewish Memory and Holocaust in Ukraine", listening to life stories from a friendly lady from the "Tkuma" Ukrainian Institute for Holocaust Studies, looking at the exhibits, the exhibits are looking at me. And I see in them not old yellowed photos, not household items, not paper letters, not weapons, not children's toys, not musical instruments, not a simulated photo studio and not even books. In all this I see people and how they hastily collect suitcases, how they write letters, not even suspecting that this letter is the last, how they go "to the shower" hoping to wash away the dirt, but in fact go to their deaths as someone he pulls the trigger, and someone is unable to stand up, as it is not the bodies that are broken, but the hearts that are broken, as the eyes do not cry, but the souls weep. As one goes, so that the next come. How history has changed and how we have changed in it. As…

I stand on the roof of the 18th floor of the Menorah Center, closer to the sky. I contemplate in the distance, then on our teenagers nearby, and I am enveloped by a strange feeling…

I sit down. I close my eyes. And I understand - how little we know, and what we know we try to explain with our intellect, and sometimes to see more you need to let go and just allow yourself to feel ...

Yes, the roof of the 18th boils another life. I would like to stay there to get a better view of the landscapes, but I have to go further to discover new horizons for myself…

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And maybe someone will say that in this post the word "thank you" does not fit very well, I will prove the opposite.

Thank you very much Igor Shchupak, the team of the "Tkuma" Ukrainian Institute for Holocaust Studies, the Museum "Jewish Memory and Holocaust in Ukraine", and the Menorah Center. Thank you for these feelings, for your hospitality, care and love for your work. And of course, for the incredible tour, amazing lecture and all the atmospheric action that you have created for our restless teenagers. They are still under positive impressions, we with Nikolay Kolodyazhny too. Right, buddy? ;)

And let there be as many deep, heartfelt, warm stories in our lives as possible, those that open for us and open us.

PS: I was hesitant what photo should I put under this post. Let it be this one - 18 floors closer to the sky...

Ira Yarko