The buildings are now desserted. Grass grows were once, trampled by so many, only mud and rock marked the way. The promise of a new way of life, even a better way of life, are now know to be empty.
A cold wind, grey low ceiling and the occassion sprinkle of rain marked our tour of the dreaded Auschwitz and Birkenau concentration camps.
The famous three words over the entrance "Arbiet Macht Frei" are barely visible through the trees, yet upon entering a certain foreboading hangs in the air.
The site of so many killings, through starvation, disease, torture, experimentation and extermination this now museum brings the visitor gently back to the horrors of that time.
Rooms with show cases filled with confiscated eye glasses, luggage, clothes, shoes, hair brushes and even human hair (used to make cloth and mattresses) bring to life the individuals behind the numbers.
This site of such devastation is a powerful reminder that all life is precious and never again can we allow this type of tyranny to rule.
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