Zubrman
Well-Known Member
When I visited I was not prepared for the sheer magnitude of the evidence of the inhuman treatment given to those killed there. The camp, Auschzwitz, was an army barracks before it was converted to a death camp and therefore it looked quite 'nice' as a complex if you could imagine it without the barbed wire and sentry towers.
But inside the camp you went from building to building which contained huge rooms, each the size of a small semi that were filled to the roof with hair, then another room with spectacles, then another with artificial limbs. Another was full of suitcases with the chalked name and address of the owner, conned into thinking it was relevant to mark it for its future return to them.
I finally walked in to the gas chambers. My wife went with me but hurried through and out the exit and I was left alone. I looked up at the grilles where the Zylkon B used to be sprinkled in and at that time I suddenly felt the presence of hundreds of 'people' in there with me, crammed in but leaving me a small space around me. I felt every hair on the back of my head stand on end. I wasn't frightened, I just felt that those who had died in there were thanking me for taking the time to visit them and and for keeping their existence and memory going.
I will always remember that visit and those that perished.
But inside the camp you went from building to building which contained huge rooms, each the size of a small semi that were filled to the roof with hair, then another room with spectacles, then another with artificial limbs. Another was full of suitcases with the chalked name and address of the owner, conned into thinking it was relevant to mark it for its future return to them.
I finally walked in to the gas chambers. My wife went with me but hurried through and out the exit and I was left alone. I looked up at the grilles where the Zylkon B used to be sprinkled in and at that time I suddenly felt the presence of hundreds of 'people' in there with me, crammed in but leaving me a small space around me. I felt every hair on the back of my head stand on end. I wasn't frightened, I just felt that those who had died in there were thanking me for taking the time to visit them and and for keeping their existence and memory going.
I will always remember that visit and those that perished.