We talk about 6,000,000.
Truth be told, there were 45,000,000.
Not all of them were Jews, but fourty-five million were killed.
I decided in honor of Holocaust Memorial Day to post some pictures from Poland.
I have over 300 photos, and no efficient way to upload them, but that didn't stop me from uploading some of them HERE.
The photos you're about to view are solely documentary. I took about 200 photos of Majdanek alone, many of which were "artistic" photos, but I chose here to simply post a guide.
About an hour away from the camp sits the picturesque village of Kuzmich Dolne (I really hope I spelled that right). It looks like something out of a fairytale, little houses, a marketplace with peddlers, street performances, the works. It's the one place in Poland that I could genuinely call beautiful.
The sun was out, the weather was fantastic.
And I saw a Witch. Shir asked me if she looked familiar.
An hour's drive, and the air turns from chilly to ice.
Welcome to Majdanek.
The camp, start to finish.
While the inmates lived in wooden barracks, the Nazi officers lived in luxury in the building.
Here the inmates were shaved all over and washed before being disinfected or gassed, as the officers saw fit.
Real showerheads. All prisioners went through. The ones to be kept were washed in either freezing or boiling water, while those who were to be discarded were washed in freezing cold water. Apparently it helps the body absorb gas better.
Zyglon B marking on the ceiling of the gas chambers. If you stop thinking about what it actually is, it looks almost pretty.
Zuglon B canisters.
From the holes in this door the Nazi soldiers would check to make sure all the people in the chamber were dead. The bodies were then removed and taken to the crematorium.
A model of the camp.
In one of the shacks are kept all of the shoes that belonged to inmates. The cages go on for meters upon meters.
Barracks. 9 people on a board.
This monument was supposed to be a symbol of German triumph. Note the eagles at the top. Jews were forced to build it, and in doing so they snuck ashes from the crematorium into the base of the pillar.
It's a chimney. Do you see where this is going...?
Tables used for "medical examinations". Many died on the spot.
I don't think I even need to explain. This is the part where most people lost it.
Just look out at the flags. The dome is the mountain of ashes.
Gateway to crematoria. Probably the most ironic photo I have taken yet.
And look. There's Lublin in the distance. Don't let anyone trick you into thinking they didn't know what was going on.
In the last days of Majdanek, as the allied armies approached the camp, the Nazis ferverishly tried to get rid of the evidence. They did not have enough time to destroy the camp itself (and most of it still stands today). The inmates who managed to survive the horrors of the camp were thrown into these pits (which go on and one for meters upon meters) and burned alive. The Nazis played loud classical marches from speakers to try and drown out the screaming. It didn't work. People in nearby villages heard.
Probably the saddest sight.
Ashes. You don't even grasp it.
It's impossible to understand.
This post is dedicated to the memories of:
The Kusher-Librach Family of France
Issac Fishel Stern
Rivka Zinger-Stern
Yehuda Stern
Shayndel Stern
Rachel Stern
Solomon Stern
Chana Stern
Pearl Stern
Moshe Stern
Mirl Stern
Pessel Liszaur
Chaim Liszaur
Mendel Liszaur
And all those who perished becuase they were different.
Not all of them were Jews, but fourty-five million were killed.
I decided in honor of Holocaust Memorial Day to post some pictures from Poland.
I have over 300 photos, and no efficient way to upload them, but that didn't stop me from uploading some of them HERE.
The photos you're about to view are solely documentary. I took about 200 photos of Majdanek alone, many of which were "artistic" photos, but I chose here to simply post a guide.
About an hour away from the camp sits the picturesque village of Kuzmich Dolne (I really hope I spelled that right). It looks like something out of a fairytale, little houses, a marketplace with peddlers, street performances, the works. It's the one place in Poland that I could genuinely call beautiful.
The sun was out, the weather was fantastic.
And I saw a Witch. Shir asked me if she looked familiar.
An hour's drive, and the air turns from chilly to ice.
Welcome to Majdanek.
The camp, start to finish.
While the inmates lived in wooden barracks, the Nazi officers lived in luxury in the building.
Here the inmates were shaved all over and washed before being disinfected or gassed, as the officers saw fit.
Real showerheads. All prisioners went through. The ones to be kept were washed in either freezing or boiling water, while those who were to be discarded were washed in freezing cold water. Apparently it helps the body absorb gas better.
Zyglon B marking on the ceiling of the gas chambers. If you stop thinking about what it actually is, it looks almost pretty.
Zuglon B canisters.
From the holes in this door the Nazi soldiers would check to make sure all the people in the chamber were dead. The bodies were then removed and taken to the crematorium.
A model of the camp.
In one of the shacks are kept all of the shoes that belonged to inmates. The cages go on for meters upon meters.
Barracks. 9 people on a board.
This monument was supposed to be a symbol of German triumph. Note the eagles at the top. Jews were forced to build it, and in doing so they snuck ashes from the crematorium into the base of the pillar.
It's a chimney. Do you see where this is going...?
Tables used for "medical examinations". Many died on the spot.
I don't think I even need to explain. This is the part where most people lost it.
Just look out at the flags. The dome is the mountain of ashes.
Gateway to crematoria. Probably the most ironic photo I have taken yet.
And look. There's Lublin in the distance. Don't let anyone trick you into thinking they didn't know what was going on.
In the last days of Majdanek, as the allied armies approached the camp, the Nazis ferverishly tried to get rid of the evidence. They did not have enough time to destroy the camp itself (and most of it still stands today). The inmates who managed to survive the horrors of the camp were thrown into these pits (which go on and one for meters upon meters) and burned alive. The Nazis played loud classical marches from speakers to try and drown out the screaming. It didn't work. People in nearby villages heard.
Probably the saddest sight.
Ashes. You don't even grasp it.
It's impossible to understand.
This post is dedicated to the memories of:
The Kusher-Librach Family of France
Issac Fishel Stern
Rivka Zinger-Stern
Yehuda Stern
Shayndel Stern
Rachel Stern
Solomon Stern
Chana Stern
Pearl Stern
Moshe Stern
Mirl Stern
Pessel Liszaur
Chaim Liszaur
Mendel Liszaur
And all those who perished becuase they were different.