“Waking among the dead, one wondered if one was still alive. And yet real despair only seized us later. Afterwards. As we emerged from the nightmare and began to search for meaning.”

—  Elie Wiesel

Hope, Despair, and Memory (1986)

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“My music is alive and it's about the living and the dead, about good and evil. It's angry, yet it's real because it knows it's angry.”

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