Not just a dish

It was A blue dish with white flowers surrounded by grey pots of all differant sizes. This blue dish with white flowers caught my eye. It was in the left corner of this encased liked room. hidden by grey dull pots that to me ment nothing. This blue dish with white flowers suddenly became part of a family with a wife a husband and two kids lving in a small appartment above their family owned shop. That blue dish with white flowers was theirs and they had it taken away from them along with many other belongings. They had it taken away and never returned. This dish is all that remains of this family.
Warm tears streamed down the side of my face and there was no stoping them. these pots and dishes were the last things we saw of the bluk of human remains from Aushwitz one. The hair made me feel sick espesially when i saw a blonde piece of hair surrounded by grey locks that once belong to real people. People just like you and me. Seeing this in a picture is a completetly differant feeling then seeing it right infront of you. There was so much hair,it disgusted me made me want to throw up and from then on everything was so real. there were so many shoes and suitcases it wasnt easy to take it all in. Thats when it hit me and visually occured to me the number of people who suffered through the holocaust.
I feel like everything here we take for grantite and we forget o appriciate our lives. In europe i found that what they value are the importnat things like family, friends, well being and happiness. Here we are all so focused on geting an education right away so that we can get a good jobh and make lots of money and we tend to forget who we are and why we are. This seems to be the general focus of our society. But i wonder if things were differant here would traveling to europe still be so magical?
this blue dish with white flowers has made me thankful. Thankful to be alive, live in a safe place, have a family and thankful for having the opportunity to travel. the materialistic things stop mattering the day you start putting the non materialistic things first. yes the thing that made me cry was a materialistic thing but it wasnt the dish itself it was the people who that could have belonged to. It was the story and the metal image i created that made the dishes and pots so emotional.
Traveling to europe was the trip of a life time and i will never forget it. the friendships we made and the bonds and knowledge we gained was worth not being in the school play with all my friends. I woulnt trade anything for this trip it truely was life changing.
so who would have ever thought that a blue dish with white flowers could make you think so much? and who know a dish could change a person.