This isn't pretty. This isn't the breathtaking Alps or the bright green grass, home to sheep roaming the hills. This is history, the ugly truth. I do not have any graphic pictures, but it is not hard to imagine. The thickness in the air, the smell, the billow of smoke rising behind the trees, meant to be hidden from view.
This was the original building built for the cremetorium. It quickly became too small.
Instead of ending the cruelty and murder, they built a larger one.
This statue is the “Unknown Inmate” with the inscription translated something like “To honor the dead, to warn the living.”
I don’t have the answers to how something like this could happen. I don’t know how SS soldiers slept at night. I don’t know where the line in the sand was drawn. I don’t know why so many people were murdered. I know this was a terrible tragedy in history. I know that people should never be treated this way. I know it is my responsibility to stand up to injustice. I know I will never forget.
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