Day Three- The More I Know, The Less I Understand

Visiting Sachsenhausen is like walking in the footsteps of death.

The evil was in the details.
The doctors were more sadistic than the guards.

16 tons of ashes.

Did you know they brought prostitutes to the camp?
These women were victimized- twice.
Some were raped 30 times a day.
They werent Jewish- no one wanted to spread the "Jewish disease".

I feel a tremendous amount of shame visiting the camp.

I dont know if visiting the camp brings be closer to or further away from understanding.

We Germans don't trust each other anymore.

We are always concerned of what we were capable of then, and what we are capable of now.

How could they build a police station on the camp grounds?

Should there be a memorial for the perpetrators?

Where would I have been?

Maybe it isn't black and white.
Maybe there are shades of grade.

What am I supposed to do with this burning feeling inside me?
How can I remember this the way I am supposed to?

How can I teach this?

How does this impact my Jewish narrative?

Who am I because of this?

If Sachsenhausen was underwelming, I don't want to be overwhelmed.