Fifty meters from the gates of Auschwitz concentration camp, I stood tired and raw, with a video camera in hand, interviewing Jana, a 15-year-old Lebanese refugee, on the only green strip of grass in the parking lot. I was there as an artist, but also as a Jew on my first visit to the place that had so deeply fueled my commitment to social justice and peace. It was March 1, 2015, I had arrived in Poland the night before, having travelled, without sleep, straight from the closing party of my second semester of peace studies.
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