As I stood on the Danube Bank in Budapest, my gaze fixed upon The Shoes, a poignant memorial to the victims of the Holocaust, a whirlwind of emotions stirred within me. The sight of those empty iron shoes, scattered along the river’s edge, evoked a sense of both sorrow and resilience. Each pair seemed to bear the weight of countless untold stories, a haunting reminder of the lives lost in the darkest chapters of history. The turbulent waters whispered echoes of anguish and the indomitable spirit of those who perished, intertwining in a delicate dance. In that moment, I felt a bittersweet symphony within my soul, a melody of mourning and hope, forever etched in my memory.
