Ich erinnere mich an alles
During the final liquidation of the ghetto in Krakow over 2,000 Jews were killed and another 2,000 were transferred to the Plaszow work camp to the south of the city. 3,000 more were sent to Auschwitz-Birkenau, most were murdered there.

In 1943 there was a Jewish hospital at ul 13 Josefinska in Podgorze in the ghetto, which at that point consisted only of Plac Zgody and the block of buildings just to the south of it. People came to the hospital from miles around, even from beyond the walls of the Ghetto. On that day, in late March, I saw everything, I heard everything, I felt everything, I absorbed everything. And everything I absorbed is in my walls and the space that still hangs above the floors. I saw as they rushed from room to room, and along the narrow corridors. I heard as they shouted and raised their voices and I saw as they killed everyone who was there at the time, including those still in their beds. There were screams and there was silence and I heard them both. I am both subject and object. ‘Touch and touched’ at the intersection of existence and essence. I lived these things and I am these things.

What happened to him then?
Is he in pain? Where will he go next?
Is this the origin of ghosts?
Of dreams?
The birthplace of regret?
(Desnos)

Then it 
fell quiet and it was still. Those that were here before (and there were many) all left
quietly and were gone.

Now I cannot forget and I cannot leave. I have become a ghost and remain heavy, heavy with recollection and regret.

Now I am pink.