THE ETERNAL HOLOCAUST
In a small town in upstate New York an old man sits on a bench at a train station.
Every day he comes and sits on the same bench at the same time. 3 p.m. sharp.
When the train arrives at 3:15 he raises his hands up to cover his ears.
A bystander might think that the old man is covering his ears to avoid the loudness of the train.
But the number tattoo on the skin of one of the old man’s forearms tells a different story.
He comes to the station everyday to pay homage to the departed.
3:15 p.m. is the time that his entire family boarded the trains to the camps.
He raises his hands to his ears to muffle the long ago cries of his loved ones.
The old man will continue this ritual until he is reunited with everyone taken from him on that fateful day.
