Three graves: two contain the bones that still, even more than 60 years later, rise to the surface in heavy rains. And one grave - an infant who died within 3 days of his birth, whose parents hid his body, to be found decades later and buried near the mass graves that contain the remains of his parents.

The grave of a three day old baby boy. Probably buried hastily by his parents under a staircase before they were murdered at Chelmno. He was found 60 years later and buried close to the mass graves at Chelmno.

May God avenge his blood.

Before going to Poland, it is common for Israeli youth to receive some preparation. To some extent, they receive a lesson in the overall history - how many, where, when. Cold figures that look and sound horrific. Nothing can prepare you for the reality. Six million is only a number and it isn't even accurate. We will never know how many really died. Whole families, towns, schools, generations. So, we start with the individuals...one by one...name by name. And sometimes, hardest of all, is coming to terms with the loss of those who never had a name.

Chelmno is all about the story of a small infant, murdered sixty years ago, his remains unearthed and then buried properly only recently. It was with anger that I stood beside the baby’s grave, and it was with sadness that I left it. He only lived a short time, modern science says two or three days.

Alone he remained, until he was reunited with his parents some 61 years later. The best guess is that they were murdered and buried in a mass grave in the forest beside thousands of others only hours after hastily burying their newborn son. To have died at that age, would mean he'd probably never been given a name (traditionally announced only on the eighth day of life, at the baby's circumcision).

I wanted those that found him to have buried him in Israel. What right did they have to bury him in Poland? He should have been brought home. As a parent, it is what I would have wanted for my child. But the Poles would not allow it, and that angered me more. Who are they, after all they did and all they did not do, to determine where a Jewish child is buried?

If you let it, the rage you feel in Poland can choke you. It can bring you to your knees again and again as you try to understand. Clearly, it is the Germans who started the Holocaust, but it was in Poland they found fertile ground for their hatred. Poland is about humanity losing itself. How else do you explain how someone can choose to live in the shadow of a concentration camp? New buildings border many of the camps. Who would live there? We saw a young Polish couple cuddling quietly together within the fence of the Jewish cemetery. A quiet place where no one would bother them...what kind of person goes to a cemetery thinking of love? The rage is there and you have to crush it down or you break again. It is over. They have murdered and destroyed all that there was. Poland is about dead Jews. They can no longer hurt the living. Again and again, I said this as I refused to break.

Poles have no right to determine where that Jewish baby is buried, but in the end, the baby was buried in Chelmno. All that we have left, I suppose, is to find some comfort in the knowledge that many attended the baby's funeral and that he now rests close to his parents. It is, after all these years, the only comfort we could find.

We lit a candle by his grave but the rain soon put it out. Tears from the heavens, perhaps from his parents. May God avenge his blood.