It resonates as we step on the stones of the ghettos. It floats like a ghost in the barracks of the camps.
It cries from the prayer shawls, the hair, the shoes that we see with our own eyes. It whispers from the tears that dried before we said goodbye.
It is reflected in the photographs of the babies in their mothers' arms. The noise of those murderous trains which have ceased, stills rings in our ears.
The smoke which has not faded as it drifted into the sky above.” ….
The Jewish people are a small nation in number but large in spirit. That spirit cannot be burned in the ovens. From the ashes of the Holocaust rose spiritual redemption and political rebirth. We rose and we built a state of our own.
We lost possessions, but retained our values.
We returned to our ancient homeland. We renewed our moral legacy.
We returned to independence.
We returned to creating, to educating and we returned to hope.”