Sometimes I tend to go round the bend and end up doing things that I'v made myself promise not to do. Reading about Holocaust is one of those BIG NOs for me. Not because I don't want to know about the horrors that transpired in the name of ethnic cleansing but rather, I'v read SO MUCH about it, that the stories will last me a lifetime or rather a few hundred to say the least.

It was one of those days, when I broke my own vow and picked up this innocuous book with an intriguing title, Hana's Suitcase. As the introduction to the book itself mentions

"...story of terrible sadness and great joy, a reminder of the brutality of the past and a hope for the future"

I read the last 25% of this poignant little true story all blurry eyed...

I am still wondering how the stories of the innumerable children and people were lost and still getting lost due to the senseless acts of people in the name of power race, religion, state, caste or creed. And when if ever will we learn from out past.