In his first Holocaust book, Terra Treblinka, the author, explores the searing legacy of the Holocaust present in Europe and over it.
In Back to Terezin, the poet tears open the lie that the Holocaust is over. It did not end in 1945. The earth is still crying with the victims’ blood; their souls flutter bitterly above death camps. Waves of Holocaust denial, hate, racism, and genocides expand and threaten to drown democracy.
The poet is left with deep sorrow and visions of revenge at nights.
He is immersed in mourning family members; he does not know their names but keeps searching incessantly obsessively in deserted archives and desecrated cemeteries.