Once walking through the Jewish ghetto in Krakow I distinctly felt all that hurt and suffering that walls of houses kept as if the War still does exist. The smell of old books, clothes, lost boots and spectacle frames, chests with acquired goods full of Jewish families stories. It seemed to me like these people are still here. They are thirsty for life. They rejoice through suffering, laugh through tears under the onslaught of the destructive and terrible power of the war.