I read a book on Auschwitz when I was 12, written by a survivor. It was most harrowing. Couldn't bring myself to read any more Holocaust literature after that.
The day we were in Auschwitz it was all bright and sunny and happy scudding clouds, that sort of thing; it was totally surreal to be standing there surrounded by wire fences and hearing about rollcall that lasted for hours, and hours, and hours, in rain, in snow, with people who'd been starving collapsing and being shot - but then again, the exhibits were unbelievable themselves, between the mountain of shorn human hair, the corroded gas canisters, and the thousands of photographs, I was feeling really q. sick. Krakow's Jewish Quarter was more of the same: apparently, and ironically, the source of most of their pictures and films were the Nazi archives.
The Israeli boys we met in Romania said they had field trips to Auschwitz and Birkenau. I saw school buses unloading kids at the synagogues back in Krakow. Imagine that instead of the Science Centre -
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It was most harrowing. Couldn't bring myself to read any more Holocaust literature after that.
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The Israeli boys we met in Romania said they had field trips to Auschwitz and Birkenau. I saw school buses unloading kids at the synagogues back in Krakow. Imagine that instead of the Science Centre -
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