Spent the day at Sachsenhausen, the Nazi concentration camp near Berlin. And I mean near. The slow train gets there in just over 30 minutes, probably half that if you drove.
No matter how many times you heard about it, read about it, visited the sites, watched the docos and read the books. No matter how many stories you heard from friends' grandparents, your own family and complete strangers.
It is still the most brutal kick in the guts.
This wasn't the biggest camp. It was actually minuscule compared to the big ones. They didn't even bother killing the Jews there(they didn't want Jewish blood on German soil, you see). They still went into so much trouble fine tuning every single aspect of humiliation, brutality and sheer cruelty that you are just left speechless at the perversion of it all.
It's pretty amazing to compare the people on the way there (who just seem, well, similar to any people you'd see on a train) and the same people on the train back into the city who are just completely silent.
Was thinking of a night out tonight, but don't think that's gonna happen.
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