I went to the Sachsenhausen Concentration Camp on an absolutely horrible day. The wind cut through our clothes, we couldn’t stand outside for more than a few minutes without the cold leaking through our boots. I can think of no better metaphor for the place than how miserable it made us pampered tourists. It is a miserable place.

I took a lot of pictures that day, but no photo can adequately capture the shiver that runs through you as you visit the area where medical experiments were carried out on prisoners, stand next to the ruins of the ovens and the death rooms, and survey the sheer enormity of the camp from the gate house. A camp where hundreds of thousands suffered under the Nazi’s and the DDR, and where thousands died.

 

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