metis
aged ecumenical anthropologist
I remember the night that my wife and I attended the Yom HaShoah commemoration at the Hollandsche Schouwburg in Amsterdam - a deportation center used by the Nazis in 1942. The seating area was opened to the elements and it was a very dreary and rainy night. People sat there, mostly in blacks and greys, and shared umbrellas as they listened to speeches that we could not understand. Many, many of them were old; some were in wheelchairs. This was an audience of people remembering their past. And it was both moving and chilling to see these old men and women struggle to stand as the crowd began to sing a song commemorating the efforts of the Dutch Resistance.
As a side, what brought you to Amsterdam? I've been there twice and loved the place.