Two Weeks From Timisoara

Hey everyone! I’m writing this post two weeks from the drive from Hungary to Romania, smack dab in the middle of our trip. As I write this blog post, so many different things come to mind. From the games of Catchphrase on the bus ride to the smiles of Kim and Raul (the children who lived in the home that we helped renovate and transform), there was not a moment that wasn’t memorable. My favorite memory of the trip was at the Ujpest Home for the Aged in Budapest, where one very sweet woman with a smile on her face told us that because she was sterilized during the Holocaust, that all of us were her grandchildren. As our translator and guide told us these words, I could see tears start to form in everyone’s eyes. That moment and so many others along the trip made me feel thankful for how privileged I have been to grow up in a time where I could feel safe, when so many people during the Holocaust did not, and it also made me feel proud to be Jewish. I feel so lucky that I had the opportunity to go on this trip, where I was exposed to so many different people, places, and feelings that I had never expected to encounter.   

Carly Miller

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March 28, 2013 at 8:48 PM




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