Yesterday, we visited Auschwitz. We had left Krakow earlier, with the GWO members in their usual high spirits, with happy faces and excitement “posted” for the day. But as we drew near to the place where so many perished, the bus grew silent. We were about to stand on sacred soil.
There are no words, which can adequately describe the feelings that one comes to know through a visit to Auschwitz. Something about it changes one’s view of the world. I am thankful that we had the opportunity to do this together. As one of the percussionist’s said to me after supper, “It is important that we did this today.” It is as simple and as complex as that.
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