Beckon the voices of those who didn''t make it. What do you hear? What are they telling you? Those, whose spirits rose in the black smoke of a chimney in a bleak, cold, plain in Poland. Or from a damp ditch in a forest somewhere in Europe. What are they telling you? What are they telling us, in Israel? To hand over our land as you would hand over your wallet to a thief in the night? Or to stand proud and defiant and resist? What do you think those voices are saying?
