The Day I Danced With A 99 Year Old Belarusian

It may seem like stating the obvious, but it really is important
to understand just how vital the Shalom Home project is to those who are part. We all understand the basic need for
community and friendship, and those who have always had that can stride through
life without really being aware of how many others simply do not fit in so
easily. It may be cultural barriers,
language, age or education that prevents us from being ‘one of the norm’.
For many, it is their traumatic experiences that inhibit
their ability to connect and relate on even the most simple of social
levels. Not having suffered intense
trauma myself, I only have the stories of others to draw from in my attempt to
understand the world they live in. When
I place myself into their stories, into their experiences, I can only imagine
what kind of terror, pain and disbelief they felt, that such things should be
done by one human being to another. I
put a high value on the sanctity of life, and as I grew up in our world,
hearing current news stories and learning distant and recent history, I found it
abhorrent that humanity could be so inhumane.
And yet there is hope. There are
survivors of all kinds of terror. Ones
who not only keep breathing despite all odds, but keep living, learning, and
above all, keep loving.
People who have suffered great trauma (of various kinds), do not always fit into regular society so well, not at least without some help. But through the Shalom Home project in Israel, an opportunity has been provided where safe communities can, and are being built. People of similar culture, language, age and most importantly, experience, have an open door to forge friendships and family with small groups and large across the country. They fit together. They understand how it is, and how it’s been. They empathise and understand each other’s thoughts and feelings, reactions and responses. There is still pain, there are still memories. But now they are accepted: by each other, and in time, also by themselves.
And that is how I found myself dancing with David - through
a
Shalom Home. Neither of us could speak
the other’s language so we didn’t talk.
Indeed he was such a strong dance lead that there was no need to give
verbal instruction while this spritely gentleman kept me on my toes, and many
others, all evening!
Karen Gower
Director