Zitat des Tages
The last time I saw my mother was when she handed me a white porcelain cup with a piece of cloth and a string to secure it. The cup was full of honey. She pushed the cup into my hand and said 'Go away - you will survive'… My family, together with the rest of the residents of the ghetto, were herded into box carts and were deported to the death camp, Treblinka, where they died in the gas chambers. I was sent to 5 different Nazi concentration and forced labor camps. I was a Skeleton… I could hardly stand on my feet. ..After I came to the land of Israel, I felt that I was carrying guilt on my shoulders that I was the only one in my family who survived the Holocaust , and this tension forced me into a stance of silence which I maintained for 37 years before I was able to express myself publicly and to tell my story to my own family.
Die israelischen Ministerpräsidenten laden Schriftsteller und Poeten ein, um im Gespräch eine intensive Seelenerkundung darüber zu betreiben, was im Land alles schief läuft. Sie bewundern auch die Antworten der Schrifsteller. Und ignorieren sie später komplett.*
So beschrieb schon vor Jahren der prominente israelische Schriftsteller Amos Oz das Verhältnis der politischen Elite zu den Künstlern in [...]