On the last lap of a globe-encircling trip, part of a group of European displaced persons leave a sealed train after arriving in Staten Island, May 28, 1950, under the sponsorship of the International Refugee Organization. All were evacuees from China, and most sailed on May 29, 1950 aboard the transport General Ballou for Bremerhaven, Germany. Other were accepted for immigration in the United States. A total of 107 were scheduled for repatriation to their home countries—Germany, Austria, and Italy. The train arrived from San Francisco.

In the 25th Feb 24 edition of Israel’s good news, the highlights include:

IDF soldiers can fly for free on Israel’s National Airline.

Some “amazing but true” stories from Gaza.

Clinical trials show Israeli ALS therapy slows cognitive decline.

Three Israeli ag-tech innovations that could prevent world hunger.

Europe is investing in Israeli green technology.

Israel had international success at swimming, weightlifting and 4 more sports.

A 2000-year-old stone box was unearthed on Jerusalem’s Pilgrim Road.

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I am not content with this life,

Waking up in the morning, overnight

Children's cries heard, somewhere

A stampede,

Bare footed people running,

Babies in mothers' arms,

The old and infirm pulled in carts.

Once in my motherland, there was a war

which left a bitter after taste,

The residues of chemicals that burnt

Deeper than napalms.

Today I see a trail of evacuees

Zigzagging like ants under rains of leaves,

An emergency, a death sentence,

Running from nowhere to nowhere

In a caged plot of land.

No, I am not content with this life,

Going to bed at night, waking up alive

To the sound of explosions

Elsewhere

Or right here, inside my heart.

Peace had become a dirty word soaked with blood.

Once in my motherland there were

Carpet bombings and revenge killings

By both sides,

Deadly rockets fell on trails of evacuees

Running from nowhere to nowhere

In a caged plot of land,

All in the name of peace.

I am alive, curse me! A survivor!

And I am not content with this life.

History brought back lessons of death,

But alas the hearts denied!

A life is a life,

A kill is a kill,

Intentional or not (who says not?).

I am alive

But the soul is gasping for understanding.

In this madness,

The human eyes are closed (not blinded),

Ears muffled (not deaf),

Hearts hardened like stones.

Only the earth, soaked with blood, moans,

When blistered feet of the innocents

We pray that your life will be as happy as walking on a flower path.

Evacuees from Afghanistan arrive at Melsbroek military airport in Belgium (20210825)

l © S. Korean artist Lee Jung Hyun 이정현/ Johanna Geron REUTERS

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Bristol WWII evacuee reunited with ID bracelet found near Bath

A World War Two evacuee has been reunited with a bracelet she was given as she left her home to live with her grandparents.

Ann Miles, now 82, lost her bracelet near Bath, where it was found by Marcus Miller with a metal detector.