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Into the Fog



                 By Tyler Rodriguez, HDNA Alum

                 I had to endure a very difficult, controversial week-long
                 experience that I would not want to explore. A small yet
                 crucial part of my Judaism had to be confronted. However, I
                 did not have to journey through the fog alone. I had to be
                 there for everyone to support. And in the end, it produced a
                 learned perspective of deeper proportions.

                 I sat on the plane en route to Warsaw in a group of about
                 forty people from North America and the U.K. We were all
                 part of the same youth movement: Habonim Dror. It was a
                 Labor Zionist youth movement who advocated for a Jewish
                 State, equality, social justice, Judaism, and Hagshama.
                 When I first joined, I was confused, even apprehensive at
                 first. Over time, I have grown to treasure it with all my heart.
                 I was involved in one of Habonim Dror’s Israel programs
                 called Workshop. I was involved in a kvutza and participated
                 in various activities, from life on kibbutz to life in the city of
                 Rishon Lezion. The Poland Trip was another major point of
                 the experience. While it involved an intimate look at the
                 Holocaust’s legacy in Poland, it was also the look into
                 heroism of Jewish resistance. Dror, of the current name
                 Habonim Dror, was one of those movements.

                 The Holocaust was not a friendly word that I resonated with.
                 I’ve learned so much from both Hebrew school and regular
                 school through books, films, and documentaries. It’s not that
                 I didn’t have the heart to remember the countless lives lost,
                 but how I find a vivid connection to it. I know people who lost
                 family from this, which I truly sympathized with, but this
                 event couldn’t stir me enough to shed a tear. I recalled that
                 my madrichim knew that this was going to be difficult, in a
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