Where do you start and what do you say after walking through a factory of death. My first impressions were the vastness of the camps, the quiet of the spaces, the hatred of ignorance, the piles of braided hair, the crystal toxins used to gas the masses, images of the the kids and babies tortured and the hatred of the SS. Standing in the gas chamber then walking into the next room with the ovens took my breath away. Next at Birkenau, part of Auschwitz where the mass killings happened, standing on the track where the trains would come in, families separated, and left or right was life or death. Seeing the destroyed crematoriums and where they put the ash was surreal. Walking backdown the tracks I started to hyperventilate and then I saw a yellow butterfly.
Words can’t even describe