Mission to the Czech Republic

I felt like Auschwitz and Birkenau needed a seperate entry because they didn't really follow along with the mood of the rest of the trip. I can't really even describe how it felt to see everything; we were so rushed I wasn't able to take it all in. And there was a point when I debated whether or not I even wanted to. You see piles of shoes. Of glasses. Of suitcases. You stand inside the gas chamber and know that you can never fully grasp what happened there.

This was the only photo I felt like posting. It's the tracks and entrance to Birkenau. I don't feel like it needs explaining.