Existence

It is 1939 and I'm sitting in my house, reading a letter that informs me of the rejection of my visa by the United States. I've already tried getting into numerous countries but nobody wants to grant me access. The stateless Jew.

What will happen to me?

What will become of my parents, wife, children?

Who will help me?

Who will save me from the Nazis, Poles, Ukrainians, Lithuanians?


It is 2008 and I'm sitting in my house, looking at a gentlemen, an emissary of the Israeli Government who tells me to pack my bags as soon as possible.

Gather my parents, wife and children.

Meet him by the car in 15 minutes.

Because In 24 hours, we will all be in Israel.

Safe.

And some anti-semitic/zionist bastard has the nerve to tell me that there is no justification for the existence of the State of Israel?