Since we visited Auschwitz in Poland last month, I have been agonizing over how to present this on the blog. I fully expected to be able to write about this trip as I do any other, the where’s and how’s, and some personal anecdotes and feelings thrown in for good measure.
How wrong I was.
Even now, almost five weeks later, I am at a loss. I have even avoided looking at my photos as they are just so difficult to see. However, today I did look at them, and I still don’t know what to say.
What adequately describes the site where some historians estimate that over one million people were exterminated? Where suffering and despair were palpable? Where heartbreak and fear had overtaken all other emotions?
I’ve decided to make this post a photo essay instead. I’ve selected some of the images that startled me, and saddened me, and enraged me.
I think they speak for themselves, which is a good thing, because I have no words.
Mug shots lined the hallways.
The prosthetics, crutches and other aids that were taken from the prisoners.
The shoes that were taken from the babies and children.
Xyklon B canisters.
The suitcases they packed.
One of many gas chambers. The prisoners were told these were showers.
Nowhere to run.
End of the line.
People would hide in the latrine for some peace and quiet.
Six or more people slept here at one time.
Beautiful countryside with an ugly past.
These trees bore witness.
No way out.
Have you visited Auschwitz or someplace like it? How did you feel? I’d love to hear your thoughts in the comment sections below.