Today my friend came round for dinner and brought a memorial light so that we could remember the Holocaust, when 6 million, including members of both our families, perished in the Holocaust. Ours were in Poland.
Her son rang her and then my daughter phoned me and said she would be attending a ceremony in Tel Aviv and visiting me for Shabbat.
We turned on the TV and watched the very moving ceremony at Yad Vashem. Both the President and Prime Minister were dignified. The amazing people who had been chosen to light candles told their tragic Holocaust stories which through their own efforts they had turned into transformative experiences, helped by the State of Israel.
The music, played on harmonicas by children, was haunting. But the thing that meant the most to me was to have turned on the Arabic channel by mistake and to hear the story of Europe's Jews being told in Arabic.
This must be one of the great miracles of Israel.