I heard that the weather was abnormally cool in New York for the Memorial Day weekend. We were in Prague and the weather was about the same --- the coldest weather that they have had at this time of year in fifty years. And it rained.

It was fitting weather for our visit to Terezin -- the site of a ghetto and concentration camp near Prague during the second world war. It would have been incongruous to visit such an awful place under sunny spring skies.

Although my parents were never in Terezin, I couldn't help but put them in my shoes as I stood in their shoes and walked through in a 70 year old time warp. As I stood in the yard in front of the barracks, I wondered how they stood for hours on end and I wondered whether I could have done so. It was cold. It rained. I have never felt the cold and rain the same way as I felt them in Terezin last Sunday.