Memory of Nations

There is no place on our territory so closely linked to the Holocaust as Terezín. Our pilgrim wanders its streets and meets locals who would prefer to forget the grim history of their town, after all, it was "only four years". But even though the former ghetto is barely remembered, the effort to forget is not yet bringing the town back to life. So why has Terezín become a ghost town? And to what extent does its bleak present mirror our approach to Jewish suffering as such?

Buď laska means please in Ukrainian and Ukraine is asking us for help. Over a thousand kilometers and 4 armored ambulances that the Czechs relied on during the first months of the war. What is it like to be in a country where war is the order of the day? What personal stories are hidden under the "anonymous mass of green uniform" of the army? And why does it make sense to help?