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I give a short introduction to many of the posts on Brilliant Blog Share, this is one of the few that does not need any introduction, none at all.



We are the last generation who can hear from the survivors, those who actually and directly witnessed the holocaust .

 Do not take that lightly

Do not forget, your freedom is not infinitely guaranteed either. 




 It is said "those who forget history are condemned to repeat it"
best not forget, then.

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