I am looking for a dissonance for our sad life and try to find some grip on nostalgia for youth. “Will we know how innocent we were … Will we understand how burnt we were, how beautiful we were,” Jacob Rotblit’s poem said, “The whistle of the movement.” Mickey Gabrielov composed and Eric Einstein sang.
I was currently remembered in the beloved song with the death of Haim Baram on his 84th birthday.
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