Amir Graff

TRAVEL TO UNKNOWN

We leave for a train journey

We leave to trip toward unknown

Just yesterday she told me that loves me

Just yesterday I told her I love her

And like a nightmare returns at night in my dream

The man of mustaches, and the black swastika

And as a dream she disappeared

I hope he will not return

That day they separated us

And that day something died inside me

And instead of going for a walk together between sky and water

I give turns alone, in middle of many dead people.

And like a nightmare, he returns in the dream of night,

The man of mustaches, and the black swastika,

And as a dream she disappeared

I hope he will not return.

And now I am here without her

And only memories of death go by my mind

She left with other six millions

And every night I listen them crying

The man of mustaches, and the black swastika

And as a dream she disappeared

I hope he will not return.

And you that live here, without knowing about her,

And you that live here without looking behind

Only you can learn of history

And avoid the bad man to return

Yes... ..only you can stop the swastika.

(This poem was written by the grandson of Mrs. Adina Vigansky (Epshtein), born in Kartuz Bereza who emigrated to Israel. The poet and his mother were born in Israel).