Apr 26, 2012
|We started the day at the Agron Youth Hostel enjoying a lecture by Neil Lazarus. He is a Middle East current affairs expert and shared his wealth of information with the students.
We then had a picnic lunch in Independence Garden and proceeded to walk to Safra Square which is also the City Hall of Jerusalem. We danced and sang and for about an hour with delegates from all around the world. The students had opportunities to trade their USA pins and flags with other students from Panama, Brazil, Israel, Canada, Argentina, France and many other areas.
We then left Safra Square and marched to the old city. We passed the Jaffa gate and entered through the Zion gate into the Jewish quarter. Students had the opportunity to approach the Kotel and leave any messages and pray.
Later that day the students had free time in the Jewish Quarter for food and shopping.
We ended the evening going to Latrun where we had an amazing feast and watched an entertaining show. There were performances by Dudu Fisher and Eshayi Lapiton. There was a fire show by Pure Romania and a drumming band called, Tararam
It was a great evening and kids are ready for a full day in Jerusalem tomorrow ☺
Ah the beauty, the elegance, the greatness… But enough about me. The city of Jerusalem never ceases to shine golden under the Israel sun. The march was awesome, especially coming together with Jews from all over the world as one unit. I’m certain the days experiences left a mark with everyone who participated.
The first few days in Israel started with a bang. Each day since the March of the Living—Part 1: Poland, we have excitedly awaited the second march. It was an incredible experience. Thousands of people walked together in glee, a completely different feeling than the march in Poland. Once we finally reached the Kotel, the feelings of pride, accomplishment, hope, and freedom were palpable.
It’s hard to believe we were in Poland just last week. The two places are so connected, yet they seem so distant. Perhaps, that’s the Israeli culture, similar to the transition from Yom Hazikaron to Yom Ha’atzmaut, we mourn the deaths of those we lost, but not for too long, and then celebrate what they fought for. As we marched through the narrow streets of Jerusalem to the Kotel, we were the realization of the dreams and hopes of Jews over the past 2000 years. It’s powerful, moving, meaningful and exactly what all those who died in the Holocaust would have wanted.