Friday, January 19, 2007
“The eyes are the mirror of the soul”
For the first time in a long time I held the shot of the old lady, her face full frame in my viewfinder and for a moment it felt like our eyes locked as she turned and stared down the lens. I could not button off, and stop recording.
The eyes almost hollow and black had seen hell.
Every now and then you meet people who touch you, sometimes it is not physical, sometimes you cannot understand why, we did not share a language or even speak a word.
I was filming in a centre where Holocaust Survivors live.
What these people have seen nobody knows, but through their eyes they have seen the worst of man. The have captured images in their souls that can never be replayed to anyone, like my images.
Filming anything to do with the Holocaust, is hard. espicially here in Israel. There are events in this world that should never be forgotten and as the survivors grow older and pass away, the photographs and films of the Holocaust will be left for history.
But the eyes that witnessed the death camps will be gone, perhaps that is what held me yesterday. In my own way I witness scenes and events of horror, images that can never be filmed, but they are burnt into my soul.
Maybe when our eyes met yesterday it was our souls that communicated.
Around the room, more eyes searched for mine.