Walking through the Concentration Camp brings about an eerie feeling. Knowing that whereever YOU WALK, you are walking where people lost their lives for no other reason except on the basis of their race.

As you walk from barrack to barrack, they are now set up as museums. There has been much debate on whether or not they should serve as museums. Some believe that the camps should serve as a cemetery and others regard it as a memorial institute.

I walked into one room, and at first, I simply did NOT know what I was looking at… And then it dawned n me… It was the hair that had been shaved off all the prisoners. (see picture above) In another room were the shoes. (see picture above) In yet another room, there were all the brushes and combs. Every room, every step took your breath away, and you felt as though your heart was going to burst.

There was a picture posted of a ditch that was being dug by the prisoners that were strong enough NOT to be sent immediately to the gas chambers, and then I took a picture of what the ditch looks like today. (see picture above)

These are just a few of the things I saw and experienced. I hope to post a video soon but right now, I canNOT get it to post. So please check back in a few days and look for my thoughts via video….

May God help us to value life and defend the defenseless.