4/4/12 (parental guidance advised)
This morning I went to Dachau, which was the first concentration camp built and was a model for the rest of the concentration camps (1933-1945). When I stepped off the train and entered the town Dachau, I saw a quaint little town. I could not believe a concentration camp was placed right in this town! When the bus dropped us off at the concentration camp, we could not see it. All we saw were trees and a beautiful landscape. As we moved down the path to the concentration camp, I started to get butterflies in my stomach. Not the kind that you get when you’re excited, but the kind you get when you’re nervous and/ or sad.
We saw where the prisoners got off the train and the platform they walked on. Then we walked through the gate that said Arbeit Macht Frei which means hard work sets you free. Every prisoner walked through this gate. As I walked through the gate, I could not imagine how the prisoners felt, or if they even knew they would enter a place that is Hell on Earth. As we walked through the bunkers, I could not breathe. Cramming 50 people into a 15 person bunk is not ok. The bathrooms and toilets were gross! Nazis even hung people in the bathrooms and said they committed suicide. It was heart breaking.
Then we crossed a bridge, which to me was the bridge of death. It was the bridge that led to the crematorium, gas chambers, and the execution range. They wanted to keep this part separate from the camp so the prisoners would think that they were here to work and nothing bad would happen to them. First, I walked into the changing room. This is where people would leave their clothes, thinking that they were going to take a shower after their long journey on the train. Second, I walked into the gas chamber. This is where they were murdered. Then I walked into the last room, the crematorium. This is where they cremated the dead bodies (I would not doubt that they also cremated live bodies). When I walked into these places… there are no words to describe my emotions. It is so hard for me to even write about this without wanting to throw up. When the Nazis were fixing to lose the war, they started mass murdering people. The crematorium could not keep up, so they had to throw the bodies in a pile in the back. Next to this grave was the execution range. They would shoot people right there on the spot, looking into the prisoners’ helpless eyes. They would also shoot guards or Germans who defied their rule. Makes me sick!
So I am going to rant about how sick this makes me for this paragraph, feel free to move on to the next paragraph. One man manipulated people to kill millions of other people with different views on life. How could people just stand by and let that happen?! It just takes one bully, one manipulator, one person to start such a tragedy! This could happen again! It is our job to speak out against what is wrong, and not just hide in the shadows and let this happen! What were the people, living in this quaint town, doing when millions of people were getting killed in their own back yard?! Yes, I understand that they would have died too if they were caught helping but it should not have even gotten to where a concentration camp was being built. Or even one man blaming the Jews for his own crappy life!! It makes me sooo mad!! Next time you see someone being picked on or see discrimination happening, stop it! Don’t stand by! Do something about it! So that was my rant! How bought we move on to the rest of my day!
On a positive note, there was a convent built behind the concentration camp after the war. Nuns come and pray every day on the grounds for the people who were killed, their family, and that it never happens again.
After the concentration camp, we went back to Munich. We went shopping and wandered around. Then we went to eat at a really good restaurant! We sat outside the café and acted like we were European! It was great fun!
After we ate, we went to rub the lion’s nose for good luck! It was not an actual lion; it was four statues lined up. The locals rub their nose for good luck and riches. While we were rubbing the nose, a man from Munich told us about why they do it and that he has been lucky but not very rich. While we were taking pictures of rubbing the lion’s nose, people would walk up and rub the nose when we were trying to take a picture. It seems like it would be annoying, but it wasn’t. It was so cool to see the people determined to rub the lion’s nose for good luck! It means that we are in the “in” crowd because we knew about it and a lot of tourists do not!
After we got some luck, we went to see… (Drumroll please!) The Hunger Games!!! No, it was not in German. It was at the English movie theater. I did not think I would see this movie in theaters! I was so happy to be able to see it! In Germany, they have assigned seating in the movie theater! That is crazy! Overall, today was a wonderful day of history and excitement!
Auf weidersehn!