Reading and hearing about Auschwitz brings up some angst: how could this horrible thing have happened, how sad, ancient history, etc, etc. Actually being there, walking in the same places the prisoners walked, coming into one of the rooms where they were slowly suffocated, seeing the mounds of hair taken from some of the corpses, evoked powerful emotions of sadness, loss, and hopelessness at the unbelievable inhumanity, i.e. treating actual people as mere objects. And, genocide has not stopped.
"Arbeit macht frei" was a lie.
The wall against which prisoners were shot immediately after failing a tribunal.
Outside one of the buildings where prisoners who were too weak or sick to work, or were a Jewish female or child were gassed, then cremated.
"Arbeit macht frei" was a lie.
The wall against which prisoners were shot immediately after failing a tribunal.
Outside one of the buildings where prisoners who were too weak or sick to work, or were a Jewish female or child were gassed, then cremated.
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