Confronting the beast

David Grossman grew up in Israel in the 1950s, a place of whispers, silences and people screaming in their sleep. From the moment he decided to be an author, he knew he had to write about the Holocaust

Saturday September 15, 2007
The Guardian

Despite the close relationship between Israel and Germany today – and between Israelis and Germans, between Jews and Germans – even now there is a place in one’s mind and in one’s heart where certain statements must be filtered through the prisms of time and memory, where they are refracted into the entire spectrum of colours and shades. I was born and raised in Jerusalem, in a neighbourhood and in a family in which people could not even utter the word “Germany”. They found it difficult to say “Holocaust”, too, and spoke only of “what happened over there”.