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While checking out my bloggy friend Faerwillow's latest post - I became enamored of the project she spoke of. Faerwillow's blog is called Serendipity - (to fall or stumble upon)- and this was certainly serendipitous!!!! She discovered this wonderful project at Two Dresses Studio. A Holocaust Museum is sponsoring a project to commemorate the 1.5 million children who perished during the holocaust by calling for butterflies. Inspired by a poem, written in 1942, what better way to remember these children, whose souls are now flying free- like a million and a half butterflies..................................... Two Dresses is collecting butterflies, and photographing them, and will send the whole artist rendered kaleidoscopic flutter to the museum. You can send your butterfly (or butterflies!) directly to the museum (info found on her blog) or you can become part of a group participation thru Two Dresses. Please go to Two Dresses Studio, to read more about it- my butterfly is forming in my mind as we speak........... So richly, brightly, dazzlingly yellow Perhaps if the sun’s tears would sing against a white stone.... Such, such a yellow Is carried lightly ’way up high. It went away I’m sure because it wished to kiss the world good-bye. For seven weeks I’ve lived in here Penned up inside this ghetto. But I have found what I love here. The dandelions call to me And the white chestnut branches in the court. Only I never saw another butterfly. That butterfly was the last one. Butterflies don’t live in here, in the ghetto. Written by Pavel Friedman, June 4, 1942 Born in Prague on Jan. 7, 1921. Deported to the Terezin Concentration Camp on April 26, 1942. Died in Aushchwitz 9-29-44
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Posljednji, baš posljednji, Tako bogato, svjetlo, zapanjujuće žut. Poput pjeva sunčevih suza na bijelom kamenu… Tako, tako žut lakoćom je nošen uvis. Odletio je, siguran sam, jer se želio oprostiti od svijeta. Sedam sam tjedana živio ovdje, Zaglavljen u ovom getu Ali ovdje sam našao svoje ljude. Maslačci me zovu I procvali bijeli kesten u dvorištu. Samo, nikad nisam vidio drugog leptira Taj je bio posljednji Leptiri ne žive ovdje u getu. Pjesmu je u svojoj 21. godini života 1942. godine napisao Pavel Friedmann. Tada je već bio zatvoren u getu Terezin (Theresienstadt). Kroz taj geto/logor prošlo je oko 144.000 Židova. Oko 33.000 ih je umrlo u samom getu od gladi, iscrpljenosti i bolesti. Oko 80.000 ih je ubijeno u Auschwitzu i drugim logorima. Freidmann je ubijen 29. rujna 1944. godine u Auschwitzu. Imao je samo 23 godine. Njegova je pjesma sačuvana ispisana na pisaćoj mašini. U lijevom gornjem uglu je datirana 4. lipanj 1942. Muzej holokausta u Houstonu je tijekom 2003. godine proveo projekt u kojem su prikupili preko 1.5 milijuna papirnatih leptira u znak sjećanja na 1.5 milijuna djece ubijene u Holokaustu. Pjesmu je s engleskog preveo Miljenko Hajdarović.