Yom Hashoa

A few days ago it was Yom Hashoa - Holocaust Remembrance Day. I ended up watching Schindler's List last night - and it went late, so of course it infiltrated my dream.

The only thing I remember: I was in one of the work camps and the liberation just occurred but Oman Goeth didn't want anyone getting out alive. I was standing there in a room crowded with people and he was about to puncture my chest with a ball point pen. I asked for a bullet instead. I held my hands up, yelled "I love you all" and was shot.

Gruesome, I know, but so was the holocaust. Here's to the survivors. I can't even imagine what you endured. If you ever get a chance to visit the Tolerance Museum in Los Angeles - it's a heavy day, but worthwhile.