There’s no easy post about exploring Auschwitz-Birkenau Museum. I took the opportunity to visit as I was driving from Kraków to Wrocław and it wasn’t too much of a detour to spend half a day soberly reflecting on this particularly dark aspect of human history.
I’m glad I went, it’s easy to lose the scale of the story from this distance (both geographically back on the other side of the world, and in time after all these years) and I think memorials like these are important so that we never lose sight of what evil humanity is capable of (though given today’s current state of affairs, it feels as though we’re losing that sight, regardless).
You can read a whole lot more about the museum at their website. Other than that I’ll let the images speak for themselves.
Hotly Spiced says
So shocking. A few years ago I had dinner with a concert pianist whose parents were in concentration camps. Her mother and her mother’s sister were in Auschwitz. Her mother’s sister was gassed and somehow, despite the average lifespan in Auschwitz being just three weeks, her mother miraculously survived. Ever after all this time, there was a lot of grief expressed as she shared her story.