Friday morning - on the bus again.... Matt puts on Tefillin.

Josh takes a turn.

In front of the Children's Memorial at Yad Vashem - the Holocaust Museum. The unfinished stone columns in back represent the incomplete lives of the murdered children.

This single flame is reflected hundreds of times in the dark hallway inside. A voice slowly reads out names of the one million children killed by the Nazis.

Everyone listens carefully as Yael tells the story of the great Polish-Jewish educator Dr. Henrik Goldschmidt, known by his pseudonym Janusz Korczak.

Janusz stands in the center of a group of children and shelters them with his body and his outstretched, embracing arms. Only his face and hands are visible, uniting the group with their embrace. The children are tall and skinny, their hands long and lifeless and their heads drooping.

This monument is to the millions of Jews who were murdered in the death camps, and resembles the barbed-wire fence that surrounded the camps. A closer look reveals that this fence is made of twisted bodies, screaming soundlessly to the heavens. An identical sculpture stands on the site of the Dachau concentration camp.

We took a few minutes by that sculpture.

Walking further along the path, we could see the construction of the new Visitors Center in progress.

There was a short interlude as we watched a common Israel occurrence - a bus squeezing through an impossibly narrow space.