Extension to Libeskind’s Jewish Museum

Abstract

On my first visit to the Berlin Jewish Museum in August 2011, after walking along the zigzags and through the voids, I felt the need ‘to link’ and, like the Museum’s so many physical bridges, to re-establish connections between the fragmented realities that had been displayed in front of my eyes. When exiting from the Holocaust Tower, thinking of Derrida’s ‘[d]eep down, deep down inside, the eye would be destined not to see but to weep’, I experienced what the French philosopher called ‘the truth of the eyes, whose ultimate destination they would thereby reveal’.¹ Thus, the tears that veiled my sight also unveiled what is proper to the eye.