Stephen and I left the group to walk back to the Jewish quarter and Galicia museum. The exhibit was about the current Jewish synagogues, cemeteries and buildings sadly desecrated all over Poland. Is it that people don't care or don't want to remember?
Our next visit was to auschwitz and birkenau. I have seen so many pictures and learned much about the holocaust, but to walk the grounds, feel the air and see the buildings, it was so hard to imagine all that happened in that place on earth. We were silent, moved by the holy ground of where our families were murdered.
Stephen wrote:
My Auschwitz BirkenauI stand with my back to the killing wall and look up at the sky as if it is my last. My own breathing is difficult.My fingers touch the scratched walls of the gassing room and again i look up at the sky through the ceiling vent and hear the clatter of zyklon b pellets.This is the murderous hate that becomes my adrenaline as my own sun rises again this morning after.Why is mankind so naturally destructive. Is there no learning from yesterdays.The sky is blue once more. Perhaps a natural deception that life is as it should be.
That's a very moving poem Stephen....
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