It was hard to wake up the morning, but we managed. We went downstairs, had breakfast and then left hotel for the Yad Vashem museum.
While you walk in the museum strange feeling mixed with horror covers you. It was the horror of the past. Photos and documents of victims filled me with strange feeling, I had never felt before. We saw there how everything began, how everything was coming to the end.
There were different rooms initiated to different events. As we visited these rooms our guide Yiftach told us different stories. And I remember there was room about different places where Jews lived before and during the war. And there was place initiated to Ukraine, and guide asked Ukrainian girl to read the announcement was read to Jews before mass killing them in Babi Yar. While she was reading it, I was reading too and then suddenly she stopped and began to cry. It was an awful scene. While I tried to make her calm she said Babi Yar was close to her house, so understood her. Then no more talks were about it. The last place we visited in New Historical Museum was place where information about victims was kept. I mentioned that some of the shelves were empty, I understood it. And then I looked up, the faces were looking at me I looked down I saw mine among there's. As we left that place wonderful view of Jerusalem was in front of us. It was the sign that never mind what happens the better future waits for us.
The day continued with sensitive lecture of Shulamit Amber. In spite of being sleepy, I listened her. I do think that she was the most impressive one among others.
The day continued with opening session and lectures. And at the end of the day we were taken to the Moroccan restaurant. It was amazing, I don't know whose idea was to take there but I'm sure that it was very smart idea. I sat around the table with guys from Asian countries. We ate Moroccan meals; the meals were familiar to me, because we had same meals in our kitchen. After this amazing supper we were back at the hotel. We discussed the amazing supper, and then went to our rooms.
Every day in Jerusalem was special; everyday was more interesting than the previous one. That day we had tour the old part of Jerusalem. At the end of that tour I understood the reason why Jerusalem is known as holy city. Holy place for Muslims, Jews and Christians were close to each other, it's amazing. Then we saw people dressed in white celebrating Shabbat. Jews were praying in front of the Western Wall and my friend Hamid wrote something and put into the little hole inside the wall. I asked our guide whether I can do same thing or not, he didn't give exact answer. So I just took picture there and went back to place our group gathered. After tour we had dinner in local restaurant and finally I tasted Jewish sweets. They were so similar to ours; even the names seemed to be same.
Then we were back at Yad Vashem complex for the lectures. The first one was about genocides. And the lecturer-Yehuda Bauer mentioned “Armenian genocide” during his speech. At that time I felt terrible, because I didn't expect to hear this. As he finished his speech I want to go towards him and to say about my feelings, but I couldn't go because the other lecture began by Shulamit Imber. Again after her lecture I was full of impressions. After her lecture I asked one the staff to give me the presentation was used during her lecture. Then I met her in the corridor, I approached her. I didn't how to begin, at first I introduced myself. And then I said how I had felt after Mr. Yehuda Bauer's lecture. She listened me carefully, I said her everything I knew from history.
I told about genocide happened in different regions of Azerbaijan not only against Azerbaijanis and also against Jews in region Quba in 31 March 1918. Guilty in that massacre were Armenians and everyone person who helped them. Rescuers were soldiers of Ottoman Army who were on time. She promised me to make survey about what happened in 1918 in different parts of Azerbaijan and in Jewish villages of Azerbaijan. I was so impressed, so happy that I was listened; I was promised to be helped. Its great feeling. But the most interesting part of the day was waiting for us. After meeting with Tzipi Livni we met the survivor of the Holocaust. Nearly at 5am we were in the room, and waiting for the survivor. Actually the man entered the room wasn't the man I was expecting to see. I expected to see an old man, but the man entered was full of spirit, energy in spite of the things he saw. Everyone in the classroom was listening him in silence; everybody's attention was on him. That man was from Belgium, and he was nearly 6 months child when we his father was taken by Gestapo. And the most amazing thins was that the Nazi soldier let his father to pass him to neighbors. He survived the war, and he was the one of the first citizens of Israel State. When it was the time of questions I was thinking of my question I wanted to ask to a Jew survived from horror and terror of II World War. And I raised my hand and asked my question:
