On the journey to Germany, I didn’t expect the moment when I’d find myself simply speaking with Germans at eye level -without slogans and without masks. The meeting began cautiously: small questions, sideways glances, but little by little a real dialogue opened up. About history and responsibility, about what they teach in school, about how we remember, about what you do with guilt you didn’t create, yet you live inside its consequences.

And what surprised me most was the complexity: seeing people our age who don’t run away from the conversation—who are willing to listen even when it hurts, to ask even when it’s uncomfortable, and to understand that memory isn’t only ‘ours’—it’s also a human test for them. Suddenly, the Holocaust wasn’t just a story from the past, but a conversation about the present: about racism, about extremism, about how you protect a society from falling apart from within.