hall of pain

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Nikon D8o| 1/40 seconds | f 5.6 | ISO 125o | 38 mm
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Nikon D80 | 1/40seconds | f 5.6 | ISO 1250 | 32 mm
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Nikon D80 | 1/30 seconds | f 5.6 | ISO 1250 | 18 mm
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we found the Big Synagogue (Sinagoga Mare) hidden between Ceausescu's famous communist block of flats, or, as I like it to call them, little, crowded, box of matches.. anyway, even if there's still some church activity now and then, the Big Synagogue runs like a museum in the honor of the Jewish slaughter from World War Two, slaughter that didn't avoid the Jews establish in Romania..

among the vivid lights, thousands of documents, name or unnamed corps, faces of pain and faces of evil and, I admit, also a drop of good marketing.. i saw the fallowing poetry, written by a Jewish writer that did survive the Mannheim.. though simple, her words sink deep into my conscience..

"i wish to live oh so many summers

to laugh and willingly carry my burdens.

i wish to fight, to hate, to love

to hold the sky with my bear hands, high above

and free to be, to breathe, to shout

but still I wouldn't want to die. no. no.."

* the translation may have cause some loses