Hunter Demnig’s stones – Stolpersteine, still seem for me to be the most accurate way to commemorate the Holocaust tragedy. Maybe it’s because those tiny brass paving stones, scattered throughout the German cities, personify not the grief but the memory itself. Those are footprints; they all belonged to somebody, they all carry rolled manuscripts of tales of men quietly unfolding against the background of History. And words are the same. A work of fiction always bears the signs of the times even though in terms of thematical stuffing it may speak of nothing.
Evgenija Nesterovych wrote an article about her berlin impressions for the ukrajinska pravda: