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"The view of the graveyard from the outside was incredible. We positioned
ourselves far away in a field where we took some photos of the graveyard, It
was surrounded by birch trees all the way around and was in the middle of
farmland which looked as if it had been tilled quite regularly. It seemed so
peaceful there, so quiet, so at one with the earth and its surroundings. But
the location was strange. I felt that it had been placed in the middle of
nowhere, far away from the Christian graveyard and far away from the town, far
away from everything else. Was that because it was unwanted or was it used as
a graveyard for Jews from surrounding villages as well. Again unanswered
questions." (Thoughts on Židikai, Miki Lentin, November 2005)
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"Inside the graveyard, I had a feeling of belonging. After a while there was a
sense of familiarity about the place. The trees, gravestones, surroundings
looked, felt familiar. They were all sodden and wet from the constant rain,
but yet we were sheltered by the trees and shrubs. I did feel like we were
walking on history. We didn’t know whose graves we were treading on at all.
Who had been buried there, here? Where is this grave’s gravestone? I felt a
need to know and search for more." (Thoughts on Židikai, Miki Lentin, November
2005)
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