Go to a coffee shop. Sit by the bar with the glass windows and look out. Look at all the people running to catch a train. All the girls with one too many shopping bags. All the couples too in love to care. Then you’ll see it – a bit of yourself in everyone. And somehow, sitting alone in a coffee shop had never felt so good.
– note to self
Currently, I am in my third year of my undergraduate degree.
My final year.
My final semester.
People weren’t kidding when they said that the three years would fly by.
Okay, so firstly, I didn’t know if I was going to discuss The State. And secondly, I decided that if I did, I wasn’t going to discuss it until I’ve watched the series in it entirety. However, after #TheState started trending on Twitter, I couldn’t resist clicking the link and read other people’s views on the show. Which then subsequently resulted in me opening up WordPress, and writing this post.
Recently I went to Kraków in Poland with uni, and it was here I met Monika Goldwasser.
I visited the Galicia Jewish Museum located in the Jewish Quarter of Kraków, a permanent photo exhibition documenting/celebrating the lives of the Jewish people in this area.
Once we finished our tour, we were directed to a room in the back of the building where we were met with a glamorous woman with long black hair pinned up in a beehive shaped bun. She was beautiful, but I noticed she never smiled. I also noticed her eyes, they were so sad.
Now, when one thinks of a Holocaust survivor, one mostly like thinks of a person who has survived a concentration camp. However, how Monika Goldwasser survived the Holocaust was miraculous.