Okay guys, today I got a bit more serious topic… Yesterday I went to the former concentration camp Dachau, which is and really should be a memorial in today`s times.
Before you click away now, thinking “Oh my, not again this stuff…”, let me tell you that this won`t be some kind of report about the camp itself but about me. About what I felt going through the gate. About what I felt walking through the barracks. About what I felt walking across the memorial ground. And last but not least about what I felt when I saw all the people.
At the end I will add some photos, let them speak for themselves and please, always keep in your mind that this is not an admission of being guilty but a memory to never let this happen again! (Sadly I rather add this part as too many people out there still think in a weird way…)
First of all, I didnt`t expect it to be so much overwhelming – somehow in a bad way. When you see the station where the trains stopped, when you see the huge gate building and when you see the gate itself. You see people posing in front of it. Being photographed with it. With the phrase “Arbeit macht frei” (“Work will make you free”).
After passing this massive iron gate you are on the main place of the memorial. Straight ahead you see the big wall with a small gate, barbed wire and a watchtower. On your left side two barracks and on the right side the main building and a memorial wall. You walk over this place and you see many visitors. The place still isn`t filled at all. You get a clue of how many people must have been imprisoned there. Waiting everyday for the end of the cruelty. You almost can feel it, knowing about the old photos that were taken.
You see people having fun, sitting on the meadows, smoking. Like being in a park. You see that they enjoy a hot and sunny day. But you also almost can hear the silence. They are talking quietly. Reverence.
Walking through the barracks. Seeing the dorms, if you can call them like that. Wooden bunk beds. One bed placed on the other and a third on top. You look out of the window and see the fundaments of the other barracks. You see the wall. The barbed wire. Again. You can feel how it must have been being there as a prisoner. Feel but not comprehend.
I left the memorial with a head full of thoughts. It was a very bad and a very dark chapter not only in the history of Germany but in the history of the whole world. Never forget about what humans did to other humans. It still happens today. Maybe not in that extent but it happens everywhere.