Wednesday, June 15, 2011
I can't do this justice. These are the facts: You walk for hours. You find your way onto Lindenstrasse, at the entrance to The Jewish Museum Berlin. For five euros you begin your journey through Daniel Libeskind's walls and void, steel and concrete, up and down his axes, until you come to what is called the fifth void, the Memory Void. Here, on long term loan, is Shalechet, an installation by Israeli artist Menashe Kadishman.
From the plaque: "He has dedicated the over 10,000 faces covering the floor to all innocent victims of war and violence."
Others walked across the installation. I could not bear to. But it was the sound and echo of those heavy steel faces, the way those walking had to catch their balance, that proved most devastating of all.
I stood against a wall and cried.