History of Sorts

I had a dream last night. Why I had the dream, I don’t know, and I am not sure what it means, but it was a sad and beautiful dream, and that’s why I am sharing it.

The dream was probably triggered by an article I read recently. The article said that the corpses of the murdered were burned in the crematoria. Sonderkommando prisoners used wooden mallets to crush, and they did not completely burn the bones into powder. Some ashes were dumped in the Sola River near Auschwitz.

The Dream

The ashes were slowly flying from the chimneys of the crematoria into the sky. They travelled a long distance, and once the ashes hit the outer atmosphere, they were compressed like charcoal.

The journey continued, and in the now more solid substance of the ashes—little sparks appeared, and more parts crushed into each other, increasing in size. And the further the journey went, the larger they became. The sparks became more frequent.

Then, the compressed ashes came together and formed one giant sphere. The journey continued, and suddenly, an explosion followed by a spectre of multiple colours. It looked like a reversed supernova. The giant sphere had turned into millions of stars.

Later on, the stars were looking at our planet and from their bright lights—rain fell down. The stars were crying because despite the evil that had killed them as human beings, their existence was still questioned, and lessons were not yet learned.

It was such a vivid dream. Tonight—I plan to look at the stars. I will tell them they are not forgotten.