Where do I begin?

I have just arrived back from my four days in Belgium. I had a lovely time, finally meeting my elderly uncle who is 85. He is just gorgeous. I think he is losing his memory, but for 85, that's quite ok!

Some of you may know that the 27th of January is Holocaust Memorial Day. I spent the day with my uncle, who, like too many others, lost family members at Auschwitz. Sixty years has passed, and still not a day goes past that Armand does not think of his mother, his father and his two very young sisters, who were all killed at Auschwitz. My grandmother was there, as were her parents and brother, and husband. There are too many lives in my family tree cut so horribly short. It makes me physically ill to think about what happened to these people, my people. Yes, sixty years has passed, but that does not mean that the pain is not still real. It pains the survivors every minute of every day to think of what they went through, of who they lost. I cannot fathom that such an awful event in human history can have occured, but it did, and six million lives were destroyed.

It is hard to be happy after that paragraph, but it had to be said.

I am glad to be home. The Eurostar was such a nice trip. It took just under two hours to get to Lille, shorted than to get to Paris, where I will be spending my 25th birthday in 5 weeks time. I will be OLD!!! :-)

I have an interview at one of the museums on tuesday. I have no idea about what is going on for work for me next week, but i have an interview so things are looking up. I currently have 7 job applications out at the moment, so I am sure there will be something for me soon!

:-)