I’m at a downtown tourist attraction this morning, here with busloads of students speaking a variety of languages. The buses idle out front, the murmur of their engines merging with the traffic noise of the busy downtown streets.
Kids lounge on the stelae, play hide and seek, take selfies „here I am at the Memorial for the Murdered Jews“.
The height of the stones varies, and the ground is uneven. The stones are arrayed in straight orderly lines, and even in the center of the monument when surrounded by concrete slabs one can still glimpse the sunny everyday of life outside.
I gaze at this for a while. Last night I spent some time planning my visit to Zagreb, and read about Croatian concentration camps. Several for women and children remain in my mind.
I believe Arendt eschewed the title of philosopher, prefering to be known as a theorist.
Eight young Asian men have arrived, each with a camera. We are all involved with our gadgets. I think about Khatyn.
