When you visit a Concentration Camp, your mind wants to see the people who perished there, hear their cries and question the ones who allowed the holocaust to happen. Learning that a guard has been convicted may bring some relief, but not much, and certainly no sympathy.
The guards entered here, through these gates. The camp sat in a residential area. It was more a work camp, than a death camp. But when you could not work, you died. The neighbors denied its existence, despite the smells.
The prisoners entered in cattle cars on a specially built track.
They slept in these bunks.
Peed and shit in these toilets set behind barbed wire.
When they were no longer useful, 50,ooo were gassed in this crematorium.
Some were just hung, to make an example of the penalty for laziness or not following the rules.
We mourn them, today, and everyday. Nothing will erase the horror.
