“The only place where you can find equality is in the cemetery.”
Since I my granddad died in 1958 …. have I always found a sanctuary at the cemeteries. Often after school, did I take a detour to the cemetery on my way home … just walked around or just sat there on a bench. I never felt sad … I felt embraced and protected. And the tranquillity a blam for the soul, my childhood wasn’t always that great.
A feeling I still have when I visit a cemetery. I find the inner peace within me and the busying world outside the cemetery can’t reach or touch me for the time I’m there.
The images are from the Jewish cemetery in Łódź, Poland and the Ghetto Field, which I visited in October this year.