dachau

to stand there. the barracks were all gone except for one and in
their place were markers with numbers.
they left the crematoriums
they left this work building and the prison.

and the entrance gate.

i can't fathom what it must have been like
from a realistic perspective that this was a part of
history of this area. that all is left is these
buildings...memorials.

the survivors, they gather on liberation day.

self preservation got the better of an entire nation. fear was woven
in at the breakfast table. better them than us.
we're really sorry this was going on 'RIGHT NEXT DOOR TO OUR HOUSES'
dachau is a city 15 minutes on a train north of münich.

i asked the tour guide. 'so how come the people that LIVED in dachau
didnt DO anything. ....did they even know what was going on'
he said that they knew it was a prison but they weren't aware of the horror.

yeah cause the smoke that smells like burning flesh isn't a dead give away.

i have seen some horrible things and have been through some ringers.
some my own doing and other things, not my doing.

i feel that i know what it is to suffer in my own right but this?
this is something else.
something bigger and stronger than anything i have ever felt in my life.

we can try as we might to make light of this awful situation but......

i am walking lightly toward poland. i am fascinated still with this history. i am fascinated at the way so many countries and people turned their heads....