There is not much to write about visiting
a concentration camp, especially one as notorious as Auschwitz. I don't
think I said much more than "motherfuckers" over and over as I walked around.
Located at the former Polish army
barracks outside the town of Oswiecim, this camp and the second stage built
at Birkenau are synonymous with the
Nazi death machine that consumed Europe in the 1940s.
Today, the brick buildings stand as
mute witnesses to the horror that took place.
Walking along the gravel paths, one
comes across guard booths where roll calls were made, and gallows where
lives were ended.
Museum exhibits housed in the former
barracks document in clinical detail the history of the camps
Gates protect the former cells that
held doomed inmates
and flowers mark the "killing wall," where
prisoners were lined up and shot.
The gas chamber, with the observation
peephole, now houses a shrine to those who died here
and the crematorium illustrates the
sheer evil of this barbaric place.
The danger signs scattered around were
warnings to guards and inmates alike
and seeing these butterfly stickers
in a window right next to the camp reminded me that there were 'regular
people' complicit in the crimes committed here.